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

row.

endured enough. He stepped between us, his Loro Piana

here,” he said, his accent more pronounced when irritated. “My granddaughter has made her wishes clear. The conversation

like they’d been

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the actual fuck?”

Ukraine! We don’t have a grandfather! Val, this guy is scamming you!”

barely glanced up from checking my manicure. “He is, in fact, our grandfather.”

our mother’s biological father–and, incidentally, the controlling shareholder in what’s left of Dagonet Industries.”

of expressions, settling finally on absolute horror.

you can’t

signal security, the

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

before his expression

away from me! Didn’t I make

was your special Victoria blinked rapidly, mascara smudging girl.

reached toward

hand away

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

Caspian backhanded her across the face–twice–the sound echoing through the lobby.

her

HER! RIGHT FUCKING

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reddened from the blows, her cashmere sweater

trust fund disaster.

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