Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 327

Chapter 327

It turned out that Stephanie had more than just Sebastian backing her–big shots everywhere.

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Whoever turned Shallow Bay Area into this mess wasn’t a lightweight–thinking of that, panic started creeping up her back.

“Danger?” Lorenzo thought it over, taking a drag. “Not danger, exactly. She might catch some heat, though.”

Richard was a twisted creep–he knew that for sure.

With the wall between Stephanie and Sebastian finally gone, no one knew what that slimeball might try.

Still, Richard showing up in Long Harbor now? Probably sniffed out that Stephanie and Sebastian were tight.

Ella’s eyes got watery at “catch some heat.” “What do we do? Mr. Giovanni can get her back, right?”

“He’s tough as hell,” she added, staring at Lorenzo, begging for some comfort.

With Stephanie’s temper, she’d go head–to–head with anybody. Ella was scared she’d be too hardheaded and get hurt. Lorenzo wasn’t here to play babysitter. He walked off, his back a dark shape fading into the snowy night.

Macro watched Ella trembling in the wind, tears streaking down, and scratched his head.

“She doesn’t need you stressing. That girl’s got people wrapped around her finger–her fiancé won’t touch her,” he said, throwing out some offhand reassurance.

Richard, though? Total dirtbag, Macro thought, lip curling.

It was just some old dude’s random promise, but he’d latched onto it–parading around Fiorenza, bragging that Stephanie was his fiancée.

For two years, he’d chased her down with that excuse, loud and obnoxious about it.

to take him out, but Richard slipped away every time, slick as hell.

under Sebastian’s skin–didn’t care about the Casalini family

faze him. He

up, her voice quiet. “But

to worry… Or you should feel sorry for yourself. Lorenzo holds grudges–you almost pulling his pants down? He’s going to get you back

back, her heart thumping

spun around, snagging Macro by the collar and hauling him

shut Macro’s big mouth

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something from Sebastian, the vibe got

a kick at him.

her ankle midair, his grip like

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onto

crept up his face. “You’re throwing yourself at me

Chris in Long Harbor? Guess he wasn’t biting. Richard teased, his eyes

slap him–only for him

smack me?” he laughed,

a backstabbing dirtbag. I’d tear you apart if I

screwing Sebastian over years ago was still fresh in her head,

him in chunks. Her fingers shook with the urge.

how much you’re worth to Sebastian. Think

said it, he grunted,

all talk–she’d sunk her teeth into his neck, right on the artery. Richard’s

got the job done. No mercy.

Harbor had made her a scrapper–no style, just pure rage

he growled,

flinch–bit down harder, teeth digging into his

He grabbed her by the neck, yanking her

teeth,