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.”

clinical detachment, like watching a mediocre play from

row.

Loro Piana cashmere coat hanging

said, his accent more pronounced when irritated. “My granddaughter has

and Caspian froze like they’d

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the actual

orphan from Ukraine! We don’t have a grandfather! Val,

up from checking my manicure.

mother’s biological father–and, incidentally, the controlling shareholder

face went through a fascinating series of

not… you

security, the clinic doors burst

stumbled in, looking like she’d been living in her car. Her Lululemon leggings were

looked at her before his expression transformed into pure disgust.

Didn’t I make it crystal clear you’re dead

special Victoria blinked rapidly, mascara smudging girl. Your

please-” she reached

slapped her hand away like it

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

the face–twice–the

her to her knees in front of

HER! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

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face reddened from the blows, her cashmere sweater torn at

trust fund disaster.

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