Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 96

“Smack!”

Another slap flew from my hand. “Let that be a lesson in respect. I’m your elder sister, and Caleb, he’s your brother–in–law. Calling him an imbecile, do you have any idea who you’re messing with? You think you can cross the Langleys? Without their backing, do the Larsons really want to go bankrupt?”

Coraline just stood there, gobsmacked. She stared at me, trying to make sense of the sudden storm I had become–so different from the past.

I didn’t bother with her confusion and brushed past her, heading into the living room.

There, Foebe’s so–called father was perched on the sofa like some kind of dignitary.

Seeing me, he put on a welcoming act. “Ah, there you are, Foebe. Take a seat. You’re a hero to the Langley family now. You’ll need to take good care of that little one you’re carrying.

I managed a smile, eyeing this ‘father‘ of mine. “You’re right, Dad. This baby is the Langley’s sole heir. Once it’s born, it will be the future head of the family.”

My “father” Anthony Larson gave me a scrutinizing look and spoke nonchalantly. “Seems like you’ve figured things out, huh?”

I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“Now that Brendan’s out of the picture and Samuel has no chance of taking over, you’ve got a hold of that ‘fool. Take care of the baby, and you’ll be the real head of the Langleys,” Anthony

ventured.

exactly what he wanted–to use me as a puppet,

was his leverage? Something Foebe cared about?

in the Langley household,” I boasted, puffing myself up like a peacock. I wanted to see

coming to terms with the slaps,

discussing important matters? Have you no sense of decorum, no poise befitting a lady of stature? Get out!” I scolded

bit

I was getting too big for my boots.

here. What’s she doing interrupting?” I asked in a low voice laced

were both testing each other’s limits, so

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Anthony instructed

never dismissed her like that

she protested

he waved her

throwing me a venomous look on her way. “Getting all high and mighty for what? Marrying a fool.”

kept quiet, leaning back on the sofa,