Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 82

“What did they say?”

Patric’s brows knitted together, as he waited with bated breath for the response.

“Miss Sarah has been grounded by Mr. Grammer. She’s not allowed out without his say–so,” the butler replied with the utmost respect.

Patric huffed, “That’s good. In this way, she can’t come to Frant City to make trouble anymore. I can finally have some peace and quiet.”

He dismissed his butler with a casual wave of his hand, and continued to gaze on the closed doors.

Back in S city, at the Grammer family household.

Sarah was in a rage in her room.

“Dad is really pushing it too far! How could he lock me up in this room, not even allowing me out of this door?!”

A servant approached gingerly, trying to soothe her in hushed tones, “Miss Grammer, try not to take it too hard. It’s just house arrest. You just have to lay low for a while, and this too shall pass.”

“What would you know? Get out!”

Sarah ripped all the flowers from the vase and flung them at the servant. “Get lost, and stop adding fuel to the fire!”

Still unsatisfied, she snatched up the vase and slammed it into the ground.

“Miss Grammer, that’s not on! That’s a crystal vase your mother brought back from Florence Republic, it’s worth a fortune. You can’t just smash it!”

The servant looked at the now chipped vase with a pained expression but didn’t dare step in.

“These things are all mine, I can do with them as I please! You’re just a servant, how dare you try to give me the runaround? If you don’t button up, I’ll rip your tongue out!”

Sarah continued her rampage, shoving off all the makeup from the table. The clutter that hit the floor sounded like a car crash, impossible to ignore.

The servant, realizing that any further attempt to calm Sarah down was a fool’s errand, clammed up, shut the door, and beat a hasty retreat.

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Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Grammer were clued in about Sarair’s temper tantram patais. Mr. Gre face was a thundercloud as he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray

“Look at the sweet daughter you’ve raised!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mrs. Grammer shot back, “She’s not just my daughter, or have you conveniently forgraten that? Are you trying to wash your hands off all responsibility?”

“If you hadn’t kept mollycoddling her, would she have turned out this way? Patric is determined to call off the engagement, and no amount of me eating humble pie is changing his mind. If we let her keep running wild, the Grammer family are headed for a fall!” Mr. Grammer’s fury was a sight to behold.

“You!”

was just about to respond when their son, Adrain, sensing the brewing storm, decided to step in

for her to be in a bad mood. It’s good for

to vent her anger! You hear that? If she keeps throwing a hissy fit like this, we’ll lose all our

upstairs, sighing heavily and shaking his head as

camper.

a moment’s thought, Adrain decided

just about to slam an antique decorative

Miss Grammer all hot under the collar?” Adrain took the plate from her hand, leading her to sit on the couch. “Anger isn’t good for your health, Sarah. Smash a few things to blow off steam,

“Adrain!”

his arm, “All this over a divorced woman,

pinched her cheek lightly.

reckon it’s not just that, right? You can’t pull the wool over my

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had her cooped up in his villa, treating her like the apple

picture of

She played up the puppy dog eyes as she shook his arm, “You wouldn’t

Adrain’s eyes flashed with surprise. He steadied Sarah by her shoulders, “Say that again,

woman’s name?”

orphan from Frant City Welfare Institution. What makes her think she can compete with me?

Sylvia Lancelot…

was too

it be

could she be an orphan?

his grip, turning around to mull over her words. Doubts

the

his odd reaction, asking in

you have a picture

trending list some time ago. You can probably find her mug shot on the internet, you

didn’t know?”

shook his

news Sarah had brought up hadn’t made any waves in the S City. It seemed

it be the Smith

Smith family want to hush up news about this woman in

were turning, doubts and guesses

out her mobile and displaying a previously clandestinely snapped

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the

to help me. If we can send this bitch six feet under, there won’t be anyone left to steal

the photos on her

of excitement.

Aren’t you

him