Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1557

Chapter 1557:

Maybe, he thought, she had even orchestrated this, leaving them behind to make the McCoy family turn on each other. The idea alone sent his temper soaring. He stormed toward the vehicle, every step brimming with anger.

Deep furrows lined his face, twisting into a mask of pure fury. Tight fists shaking, Hamilton shouted at the closed car door, “Daniela! You’re nothing but a schemer—hiding behind my sons like they’re shields! Get out of here! I won’t spare you!”

As his words fell, the door creaked open.

“Only someone like you would leap to that conclusion,” the driver scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. “Ms. Harper doesn’t stoop to your level. Not even close.”

The driver turned to Nikolas and Damon, not bothering to mask his indifference. “Step out now.”

the car, shame etched into every line of their faces. The vehicle pulled away immediately after.

could barely process what he was seeing. He finally asked,

Nikolas answered with a chill in his voice. “He would rather die than leave Daniela’s side.

really think any of that is true? They sent you away because you refused to stay put. And don’t forget—the only reason you’re treated this well is the McCoy name and what it stands for. Don’t ever forget what this family’s done for

you who you are. Don’t start thinking you’re anything without us.” Insults poured

“You think Daniela fears your power,

every

hard edge returned to Hamilton’s

killed. That’s why she insisted we leave. Both of us argued to stay, but they refused. Can’t you see? They didn’t want us as shields. Uncle Josh didn’t give a damn about our lives, while Daniela actually did everything to keep us safe. So ask yourself, Dad—who’s the real family? You’ve spent so many years locked in your narrow world, you can’t even believe that someone might care about us without caring about our name or status. Daniela doesn’t care about the McCoy family. She just wanted us to live. That’s why I’m going back. If I have to die, then so be it—I’d rather be with them than hide