The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 197 Samantha Throws Herself at Him

When Samantha heard that, a flicker of hesitation flashed in her eyes. Things hadn’t been going well for her at school lately–she’d been hitting roadblocks. everywhere.

If she could marry Mason and become the wife of the Hawthorne family’s head, her status would skyrocket overnight. At that point, the Rivers family would be the ones begging to be in her good graces.

That thought sparked a burning wave of jealousy and resentment inside her. Why should Sloane be the one to marry Mason? Mason was supposed to be hers!

Still, she kept her expression calm and said lightly, “I didn’t really mean to fight with Mom and Dad. It’s just… what they said that day really hurt me.”

“I know you didn’t mean it. And they don’t blame you either,” Adrian said as he reached out and gently patted her head. In his heart, he was relieved. His sweet little sister was finally back.

“Really?” Samantha beamed, then threw herself into his arms. “You’re the best brother in the world.”

That afternoon, Helen came to see her. Since Adrian had already been by, Samantha greeted her warmly and apologized right away. “Mom, I’m sorry. I know I upset you and Dad. I didn’t mean the things I said that day—I was just angry. I really do love you both.”

Seeing her admit her mistake, Helen let the past go. She quickly told Samantha the big news about Mason returning to the country.

Sloane, we clearly favor you,” Helen said as she patted

she always used to. “Don’t worry, Mom. Once I win Mason over, the first thing I’ll

girl,” Helen said, full

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night. She handed Samantha a hotel key card. “Samantha, don’t

and looked drop–dead gorgeous.

Mason’s hotel. Using the room key, she walked in without issue. The room was dimly lit, heavy

too much fragrance. But she pushed the thought aside. Winning his heart

over to the bed, sat

opened. Mason stepped in. The moment he saw Samantha on the bed, his eyes didn’t flicker

you doing here?” he asked flatly,

seductively, her voice soft

you… catch up a

moved closer, pressing her curves against him. Her