Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 81

Hearing a voice that rang a bell.

Sarah abruptly swiveled her head towards the stairway to find Sylvia, donned in a ravishing velvet gown, trailed by a stern–faced man.

The man’s face was obscured by a mask.

“You! How on earth? Weren’t you pushing up daisies?!”

Sarah’s smile hung frozen on her face, her eyes brimming with shock. Incredulously, she questioned, “How in the world?! You took a leap of faith from that plane! How did you manage to make it back alive?!”

“Sorry to rain on your parade, Miss Grammer,” Sylvia replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes and an alluring smile as captivating as ever.

“You bitch, it’s all because of you that Patric decided to call it quits with our engagement. I swear I’ll get you!”

Sarah, boiling over with rage, lunged towards Sylvia, looking as if she were ready to meet her maker along with her adversary.

Sylvia deftly sidestepped, leaving Sarah, failing to keep her balance, nearly eating dirt.

“I knew you were fine,” Patric softly rubbed Sylvia’s face, relief washing over him. “You go check on

Hedda’s condition, I’ll hold the fort here.”

“Alright, she’s in your hands then.”

Sylvia agreed promptly, and with Chad, her bodyguard in tow, entered Hedda’s room.

Watching Sylvia’s figure retreat into the hallway’s depths, Patric turned his grim gaze towards Sarah, sprawled on the floor.

“I’ve given the Grammer family a heads up, this engagement is null and void. You better pull your socks

up. While I’m still not in the mood to settle the score, beat it.”

His face was a canvas of disgust.

“How could you do this to me! Patric, I’m the one who loves you the most. Is this how you repay my love? Are you so ruthless? You’re pulling my leg, right? You won’t call off the engagement!”

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Sarah was a mess of sobs.

Patric, stone faced, towered over her at his impressive height of 6’2“, beholding her pathetic state.

“Miss! The Grammer family have just sent word, everything Mr. Smith said holds water!”

Elon aided her up from the ground, “Mr. and Mrs. Grammer have given orders to cart you off post–haste.”

go back. Nobody can make me!”

wriggle free,

your pride for now. Mr. Grammer and Mrs. Grammer will

her downstairs, flashing his crew a meaningful look, “What are you lot

for! Make tracks!”

made their exit, their earlier bravado nowhere

time, in Hedda’s room.

unpacked his trusty medical kit and apparatus,

observed Chad’s deft movements, whilst covertly assessing

was snoozing like a baby

though Hedda and Nancy shared the same father, their

prissy, coming off like a wolf

that were more open and genuine. Sylvia wasn’t well–acquainted

to jump to conclusions about her

Group in such an orderly manner over the years, she must be a career–driven

of the examination, Chad?” Sylvia asked Chad, as he began to tidy up his instruments. She swiftly crossed the room to lend a

getting back into the swing of things That suggests her overall health is on the up and

her the medical report

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skimmed the report. “Any chance we can speed up the

entirely out of the question. If we opt for surgery, she could be bright–eyed and bushy tailed

“A week?!”

is too

“Two days?”

seemed floored by her audacious

I mentioned is the safest route. If we’re talking two

“Well, then we’re left with nothing

“What is it?”

her doe eyes flickering with anticipation. “What are

procedure’s called Deep Brain Stimulation. It involves cracking the skull and chest open. It’s a risky business, I’d only give it a forty percent shot, tops.

field, only gave a forty percent chance

the faint–hearted.

If he failed…

high water, I have faith in you! Chad, you get things set up. We start at the drop of a

a soft knock at the door, poking his head in, “Anything I can lend a hand

have a room in your villa fit to

operating room?”

used to have a personal physician staying here. His room would be just the ticket. I’ll get the house staff to spruce it up right away.”

calm as a millpond, nodded his agreement, gathered

Patric out.

I’ll play second fiddle,” Sylvia piped up, falling

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