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

and whispered fiercely, "I barely know you or your

you money. Don't expect anything

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

a heavy silence settled. Orion and

I didn't know she'd show up

expressions softened

Luna caused; it was also

a Hawke, their own sister. Who was

in a family like that. Having a mom like hers would be a nightmare, always mooching off you. It's like those horrible relatives you see on TV. Cutting ties was the best thing you could do,"

ruffled Arabella's hair, comforting, "Exactly. She's got nothing going for her, no class or dignity. Miranda turned out to be a gold digger,

the Hawke family owns

was never hers. It's yours, and no

her lips when they weren't looking. "Miranda," she thought to herself, "you country bumpkin, what do you have to compete with me?" But Arabella was oblivious to the subtle discomfort brewing in her brothers' hearts due to Luna's talk of blood ties and a "real" brother. Though it wasn't