Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Her voice was as cold as the ice hanging outside, her eyes flashing with a frosty edge.

Caitlin’s bottled–up feelings blew up. She snapped, her voice jumping. “Stephanie, what the hell do you even want?”

Stephanie hadn’t even said much yet, and Caitlin was already losing it.

Now that she’d opened her mouth, Caitlin’s chest burned with anger.

Stephanie kept her stare icy, a little smirk pulling at her lips, like she was laughing inside.

She turned to the butler. “Get it done–have Tyler discharged.”

“Yes, miss,” he said with a quick nod.

Caitlin’s breath caught. She jumped up, her voice shaky. “You–you’re out of your mind! He’s your brother!”

“You’ve already messed up Olivia–now you’re doing this to him?”

She was shaking, gripping the chair so tight her knuckles turned white.

Stephanie flicked her eyes up at her. “Did you forget, Caitlin? We’re not family anymore.”

Caitlin stopped cold.

Her face went pale, lips moving but nothing coming out.

“How could you–you…” Her voice broke, words stuck.

Stephanie grabbed the coffee pot, snagging a new mug and pouring herself more, taking her sweet time.

As the coffee flowed, she said lazily, “Don’t you guys just love throwing your weight around?”

long ago, they’d come at her hard, no

even wipe her out, she thought

people around, right?” Her

had history in Long Harbor, but the Harts? Their

stomping all over this place for years, piggybacking off the Ashfords.

mud

breathing sped up. “You can’t do this! You’ve already left Olivia

as a knife. “Choke on that word before I shove it down your throat.”

sliced through Caitlin, cold and fierce, like

say next got stuck, killed by

than the Harts pulling the “family” card.

her stomach, her fingers clenching

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her what real family felt like–carved it deep into her, made her

Harts? They’d turned “family” into something she despised.

I didn’t help Tyler yesterday?” Stephanie tossed out, out

blinked, caught off

he said I don’t get loyalty–called himself my

spit out “real” like it was a

again, her face scrunching up,

her head a little. “Still not clicking?”

still in the

can’t stand your holier–than–thou garbage–or this ‘family‘ you keep ramming down my throat. Brother? Give me a

the Hart

gladly use to cut her up, Stephanie thought, her eyes icy.

again, her voice cold as steel. “Lucky me, huh, being your darling daughter. Anyone else? They’d either be toast from Olivia’s fake

huge. “You–am I

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