Chapter 9

Even now, they couldn’t comprehend the depth of their betrayal.

“Caspian,” I said quietly, “Mom was literally driven to her death by Camilla Winters. And you chose Victoria over your own sister. Does it ever cross your mind that Mom might be watching all this

from wherever she is?”

Caspian’s face crumpled like wet paper. He stumbled backward as if physically struck.

“Jesus Christ,” he choked out, clawing at his hair. “What have I become? Who the fuck am I

anymore?”

Dad remained desperate, oblivious to his son’s breakdown.

He grabbed my hand with trembling fingers, his designer stubble now patchy and unkempt.

“Sweetheart, come on. This is just–this is just a rough patch. Every family has them.”

“You’re barely nineteen. How are you going to survive out there alone? You need us, Val. You need

me.”

The mighty Maxwell Dagonet–who once made Fortune 500 CEOs quiver–now practically on his

knees.

“Please, baby girl. One more chance. I’ll sell the Hamptons house. I’ll give to whatever charity you want. Just tell me what to do.”

like watching

row.

his Loro Piana cashmere coat hanging perfectly despite his cane.

we’re finished here,” he said, his accent more pronounced when irritated.

Caspian froze like they’d been tasered.

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the actual

Ukraine! We don’t have a grandfather! Val, this

my manicure. “He is, in fact, our grandfather.”

biological father–and, incidentally, the controlling shareholder in what’s left of

series of expressions, settling finally on absolute horror.

you can’t

security, the clinic doors burst open.

against me! You have to do something!” Victoria stumbled in, looking like she’d been living in her car. Her Lululemon

her before his expression transformed

ass away from me! Didn’t I make it crystal clear you’re

mascara smudging further. “Daddy… you always said I was your special Victoria blinked rapidly, mascara smudging girl. Your real daughter. How can you-”

she reached toward

her hand away like it was

Your whore mother destroyed mine, and you tried to cripple my

warning, Caspian backhanded her across the face–twice–the sound echoing through the

he shoved her to her knees in

TO HER! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

Chapter 9

the blows, her cashmere sweater torn at the shoulder,

trust fund disaster.

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