The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 No One Stands By Rosie's Side

Shepard's face contorted with rage, his hands curling into tight fists. If Rosie weren't the last remaining child of his late younger brother, he would have dealt with her harshly a while ago.

The others-Luther, Tessa, and Giselle-all glared at Rosie with anger.

But Rosie stood her ground, chin lifted in defiance. Her smug eyes seemed to be saying to Brenna, "Go ahead, try to fight back. No one will listen to you. This family is on my side-who are you to spend thirty million like you belong here?"

Just then, a sharp slap resounded, the sting spreading across Rosie's cheek, her head snapping to the side.

Dazed, Rosie looked up in shock, only to see Luther's trembling hand still in the air.

His face had reddened with fury. "Brenna is your family," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "How could you say something so vile about her?"

Tears welled in Rosie's eyes as she clutched her stinging cheek, her expression one of sheer disbelief. "I knew it," she choked out. "Since my parents are gone, no one cares about me anymore!"

She then turned and ran upstairs, sobbing.

Luther's body swayed unsteadily, his breathing shallow as dizziness overtook him.

Shepard was at his side in an instant. "Dad, please-stay calm. Don't get upset," he quickly said.

The elevator doors slid open, and Ableson stepped out just in time to witness the scene. His face tightened with concern as he rushed over. "Dad, you can't let this get to you. Your health comes first. Let us deal with the younger generation ourselves."

the Barretts, the Harpers didn't dismiss her or treat her with indifference. They trusted her and cared about

pressed her fingers to his temples, working in slow, careful circles. Her voice was calm and reassuring as she massaged him. "Grandpa, those clothes didn't

Luther's tension eased, his aching head lightening. The relief was so profound that his body seemed

had received countless massages from professional massage therapists before, but none had been this calming. Brenna's touch found every tension point with

him.

Soothe

personally?" Giselle's voice held a

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elusive figure who rarely made public appearances. High-society elites large for her

expand into the local market woon i you're interested, I can arrange for her to design something for

to go after Rosie, Brenna decided

admire Brenda For someone to have connections with such an influential figure and effortlessly offer custom designs for her

her own right.

regretful deep down. He should have ensured Brenna had everything

of leaving her to figure things out on her

and Giselle felt just as guilty. They had mistakenly listened to Rosie- assuming that not knowing Brenna's size or preferences justified

made the effort regardless, whether or not they knew her size or

had unintentionally neglected their daughter, but to their relief, Brenna didn't seem to resent them

with such