Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 12

Arabella felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she realized she was being watched. The last thing she wanted was for people to find out she was associated with this broke, out-of-touch woman.

Luna, with her persistent grin, waved at Orion and Lysander. "Hey there, guys! Since you're Bella's brothers, that makes you like my sons too, right? We're all family here!"

Orion and Lysander exchanged awkward glances at her words, their faces a picture of discomfort. Arabella quickly interjected, "Stop saying that! We have nothing to do with you! What do you really want?" Did this woman even realize the nonsense she was spewing?

Luna, still smiling sheepishly, replied, "Well, Bella, it's just that your little brother is starting school, and we're a bit short on cash. Could you help out? Or maybe..." She glanced at the twins. "Your brothers adore you so much, they must like your little brother too, so maybe they could chip in too?"

Lysander tried to hold back a retort. The nerve of this woman!

Orion, not wanting to make a scene, said, "Bella, let's go. She's just trying to take advantage. Don't pay her any mind."

Arabella nodded, ready to leave, but was stopped by Luna. "Bella, you can't just ignore your brother. He's your flesh and blood. Even if that witch Miranda won't help, you should!"

Luna uttered that derogatory term, Orion and Lysander's expressions darkened

"I barely

already gave you money. Don't expect

the car as if escaping a nightmare. Luna tried to follow, but the car sped

settled. Orion

apologized, "Orion, Lysander, I'm sorry. I didn't know she'd show up here. To me, you're the only

expressions

anger wasn't just about the embarrassment Luna caused; it was

own sister. Who

that have to do with you? You're lucky you didn't end up in a family like that. Having a mom like hers would be a nightmare, always mooching

dignity. Miranda turned out to be a gold digger, but with a mother like that, it's no

enough. What the Hawke family owns was supposed to

"It was never hers. It's yours, and no

she thought to herself, "you country bumpkin, what do you have to compete with me?" But Arabella was