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.”

with clinical detachment, like watching a mediocre play from the

row.

enough. He stepped between us, his Loro Piana cashmere coat hanging perfectly despite his cane.

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

and Caspian froze like

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the

hysterically. “Mom was an orphan from Ukraine! We don’t have a grandfather! Val, this guy is

manicure. “He is,

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

a fascinating series of expressions,

not… you can’t be…”

security, the clinic doors burst open.

do something!” Victoria stumbled in, looking like she’d been living in her

looked at her before his

me! Didn’t I make it crystal clear you’re dead to

further. “Daddy… you always said I was your special Victoria blinked rapidly,

reached toward him desperately.

away like it was

your fucking mouth shut! Your whore mother destroyed mine, and you tried to cripple my sister. You think I give a shit

the face–twice–the sound echoing through

shoved her to her knees in front

RIGHT

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blows, her cashmere sweater

trust fund disaster.

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