The Queen They Buried

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Aubree clicked her tongue. “You’re burning my retinas.”

Carmen blinked, clueless. “What?”

“That saintly glow of yours,” Aubree said, her voice dripping with shade. She was totally calling out Carmen’s busybody act.

Carmen’s eyes got all teary, and she stood there, looking like a kicked puppy.

Cue the rescue squad. Some dude jumped in, all fired up. “Aubree, don’t act too big for your boots!

“Carmen’s just being nice, worrying about you. You’re not even close to her level!”

Aubree brushed Carmen’s hand off, smirking. “Oh, really? That fancy art program Carmen’s in? That was my spot. I gave it to her.”

If one got picked for Rithol Art School’s elite art camp and didn’t want it, they could pass it to someone else. But no one even did that.

Her words hit like a grenade. The guy froze, jaw dropped, disbelief all over his face.

Carmen was the Wilson family’s golden girl. To keep it that way, Aubree had to stay in the shadows. Some of Carmen’s “masterpiece” paintings? Yeah, those were Aubree’s.

But Aubree was tired of hiding. She wanted her shot to shine.

She’d secretly signed up for the Rithol Art School exam, hoping to surprise everyone. But, as always, the Wilsons only saw Carmen as the one who deserved the spotlight.

The room buzzed with gasps.

‘If Aubree’s giving up her spot, is she, like, way more talented than Carmen?’ they wondered. “The teacher didn’t shut it down, so… maybe it’s true? And now she’s switching to regular classes? Is she nuts?’

All eyes flicked to Carmen, laced with doubt. The Wilson family’s “real heiress vs. fake heiress” drama had everyone guessing what was legit.

Carmen’s perfect smile slipped for a split second, showing a flash of raw jealousy.

‘How dare Aubree spill that tea?’ she fumed to herself. ‘Isn’t she scared of pissing me off and getting chewed out by the family?’

Carmen figured Aubree should be groveling for their approval, playing the sad sidekick to make her look like the perfect, big-hearted Wilson heiress.

Outside the open classroom door, two figures-one tall, one short-watched it all

go down.

Bowen Turner raised an eyebrow. He was just dropping off his nephew and checking out his investment in the school. He didn’t expect to see her again.

And she wasn’t the Aubree he’d pictured.

in the classroom. She looked frailer than in those old photos from three years ago.

“The ones from her fifteenth birthday? How’d she

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three years, hustling for the

Uncle Bowen?”

+20)

said, all casual, like he was just asking about a random name. “She’s a

it.”

like garbage. Worse than their help. Rumor is, she fought with them and

nodded, dropping it. “Get to class, kid. I gotta chat

classroom. As he walked off, he texted his

wanting dirt on a

on someone?’ Kelvin

been with Bowen since college, and the guy never gave women a second

stomach flipped. ‘She’s gotta be

idea his assistant

scratching his head. “What’s his deal?

a chair, and zoned out for a nap. The weird

Aubree saw Carmen tense up. She

in her way, Aubree ditched art class

the time she hit

homeroom teacher’s heads-up, the teacher

break, Class 13-usually a nerdy, quiet senior class-was

felt eyes on her and frowned. ‘If Carmen’s why everyone in art class was

stupid. Something was

Aubree?” her desk mate asked, a girl with a

Aubree said,

you haven’t seen the school forum yet,

Aubree grabbed her phone and checked the forum. Total

a snake, said she

top, a pinned post screamed she’d pushed her foster sister down the stairs at some fancy party, getting her kicked out of

Carmen’s

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was getting Aubree tossed from the Wilsons-check. Step

face didn’t show a hint of

not pissed?” Matilda asked, head tilted, totally

phone, barely looking up. “Pissed? Over this? It’s nothing.” The half-baked lies and

Wilson family, she’d faced way worse-stuff that made this look like a bad

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