Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 32

Marion finally got up and left.

Once he was gone, Dorian took his seat, exuding an air of superiority that seemed to come naturally to him after years of staying as a higher-up. Even his casual wave towards Miranda felt condescending. "Enjoying your life out here as a disgraceful woman, rather than coming back to the Hawke family?" On closer inspection, he bore a vague resemblance to Miranda.

Miranda smirked, "Yeah, because being your family's doormat back at the Hawke estate would be such a thrill. Your mouth's as filthy as your precious sister's, no surprise there, given you all probably grew up with your heads in the dirt."

Dorian's face, usually composed and cold, turned visibly darker, his lips pressed into a tight line. "Miranda, don't forget, I'm your own brother! Watch your language!"

Miranda chuckled genuinely, "I'm an orphan, buddy. My family records are as good as dead. So, who do you think you are?"

was taken aback by Miranda's transformation. Although he'd heard from a few of their younger siblings about her newfound defiance and sharp tongue, experiencing it firsthand was something else

supposed to come out

leaned back lazily in her chair, swirling

fault? Was I supposed to learn not to take the fall for someone else? Was trusting you all my mistake? Dorian, think before you speak, or I'll assume your family has a

from Miranda, Dorian's bravado seemed

not dwell on the past," he conceded, clearly wanting to avoid rehashing old grievances.

did you all sleep well these past two years after letting your

back, but you chose to rebel and oppose Bella at every turn.

silent, curious