Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 325

He snorted. “Sofia had you for a whole month back then, and this is it?”

Stephanie clamped her teeth down, grinding them.

Richard passed his wine glass to the medic who’d just patched him up, moving slow and smooth like he was on vacation.

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He slipped on a black shirt, taking his sweet time, that perfect hair making him look like some wholesome guy–next–door- clean and polished on the outside.

But Stephanie wasn’t fooled. She knew he was trash underneath.

He plopped down next to her, all lazy and cocky. “What, you think you’re hot stuff to Sebastian? That he’ll always come running to save you?”

Stephanie didn’t waste words–just rolled her eyes so hard it practically screamed disgust.

Richard was her personal plague, always showing up when she least wanted to see his face.

Years ago, his sister had ripped her away from Sebastian. Now here he was again, grabbing her like she was his.

Richard caught her eye–roll and grinned bigger, loving every second of it.

“Stefi, oh my little Stefi, After all this time, you’re still a little brat, huh?” he said, his voice soft but dripping with mockery.

“Don’t you

dare ‘Stefi‘ me with that nasty mouth,” she shot back, her tone thick with loathing.

The Casalini and Giovanni families used to be tight–until her dad died.

Then the Casalinis flipped, kicking her family when they were already down, leaving her with nothing.

She didn’t always hate Richard this much, but now? Just looking at him made her want to puke–she’d rather he be on the other side of the planet.

Richard got up and squatted next to her, staring her down, his eyes locked on hers, intense and creepy.

jerked hard, knocking him off balance. He almost

dodged quick, twisting out of the way just in time.

the floor to catch himself, and he groaned,

he snapped, annoyance cutting

as a bodyguard–glanced back from the front. “Sir, Mr.

Stephanie, a smug little spark in

taste, huh? Chasing after the sister he grew up with?” He stretched the words out,

anymore–her hands

lit her fuse. Stephanie jumped up and slapped him hard across the face, the crack bouncing around the cabin.

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went dark, something ugly flashing in

her wrist, yanking it hard. “This little stick? Bet it’d break like nothing,” he said, squeezing

years running, and her temper had

like a trapped animal–years torn from Sebastian because of the Casalinis, and no way to let out all

flipped her switch, her fury

lunged and chomped down on his hand, biting hard, teeth grinding into skin

bone.

mouth tasted like rust–blood, bitter and

a sharp breath, pain

jaw, digging in hard–mean,

a rabid cat, damn near ready

open, blood smearing

watery, like an angry kitten, half

and full of

“You draw my blood and

didn’t flinch. She spat the blood in her mouth right

his face as the blood dripped,

something back, the pilot cut in, voice tense. “Sir, they’re

them,” Richard snapped, irritation