Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

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As Bruce, Sienna, and the others glided across the slopes, the sight of Jeremiah pulling a snow tube with Yvette in it made them instinctively speed up. The saccharine sweetness radiating from the couple was almost blinding. When Savannah reached the high-difficulty ski track, her gaze locked onto Jeremiah tugging the snow tube with Yvette perched on it.

Jealousy burned within Savannah as she sneered internally, 'Why is she even here if she can't ski? She's embarrassing!

She had the urge to shove Yvette aside and claim the spot beside Jeremiah. Her darkened eyes traced their retreating figures, frustration mounting.

After all, it took her over an hour to scour every level of the ski track to find them.

Swaddled in layers of bulky ski gear and worn out from their search, Savannah and her entourage had little energy for skiing. But for Savannah, skiing had never been the point-getting closer and being alone with Jeremiah was. Her two companions, ever-loyal since their high school bullying days, shared a knowing glance. The one with her hair tied into a bun smirked disdainfully before speaking.

"Savannah, don't worry," she convinced. "How could he not have feelings for you? It's just that his girlfriend's here.

"When she's gone, he'll realize what he's missing. You're so much prettier and a hundred times sweeter. Honestly, you've got impeccable taste in men."

The girl's voice brimmed with admiration, but beneath it lay a trace of envy. Savannah soaked in the flattery and wore a smug expression as though Jeremiah were already hers.

"Well," Savannah began, "it's not like I would break up a couple. But if Jeremiah did make the first move... It'd be really hard to refuse."

She tried to look conflicted, but the smugness in her eyes betrayed her. The second girl also spoke in agreement.

"It's not your fault, Savannah. Men like Jeremiah have the right to choose. You're clearly better. Don't feel bad about it," she consoled.

Savannah regarded the two girls with satisfaction, smoothing her hair as she requested, "All right, I need a favor from you two. Do it well, and those designer bags you saw yesterday will be yours."

made do with mid-tier luxury, the mention of a limited-edition bag sent their heads nodding

expressions. These two would jump at the chance to do anything for her as long

to do was step in at the perfect moment, let them do the dirty work, and let her own

thought out her schemes, Savannah leaned in, whispering, "When you're skiing, can you

well-versed in such antics, and the promise of exclusive designer bags only fueled their eagerness. Wasting no time, they rushed to

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it, there will always be people willing to do the dirty work for me while my hands stay clean,'

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his energy seemingly endless. After the fifth or sixth trip, he finally

and deep, soulful black eyes peeked out from beneath her hood. There

his throat and then

her head lightly, answering,

back a smile and

chill settled over him. Without a second glance, Yvette moved with

attention uphill, where two figures were hurtling down at breakneck speed, their trajectories aimed directly at

figures swerved straight onto the snow tube, toppling it

and with no way to stop, the two figures were launched into the air in a chaotic arc before landing face-first in

track was quiet with few people around, but the sharp cries of pain drew attention. Heads turned in unison toward the pair now half-buried in the snow. 'What's going on today?' they wondered. From her hiding

tube as planned, her