Chapter 10

In a twist of poetic justice, Dad hired the same thugs to drag Victoria into the woods, forcing her to endure the exact brutality they had inflicted on me.

Victoria’s screams pierced the night.

She howled for Dad and Caspian between ragged breaths.

But no one appeared to rescue her.

“Why isn’t anyone coming for me?” she sobbed.

I had once asked the same question.

When they finally discovered her, Victoria was clinging to life. The medical report was unequivocal:

permanent paralysis from the waist down. She would spend the rest of her days in a specialized

bed, dependent on round–the–clock care.

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Dad and Caspian faced Class A felony charges for orchestrating the assault. The D.A. was pushing for

life sentences.

Their savage attempt at redemption meant nothing to me anymore.

In Monaco, Grand–père’s cliff–side estate commanded breathtaking views of the Mediterranean, the

massive property extending from the mountains to a private beach.

elegant and peaceful, deliberately disconnected from the

I’d left behind.

the anniversary of Mom’s death, when Grand–père collapsed during breakfast, his heart finally

updated his will, naming me as the sole heir to the Rousseau Group and

premier private hospital, a forty–something woman in last season’s Chanel stormed the estate gates, demanding entry. She claimed to be Jean–Claude’s daughter, insisting

recognized her as Sophie Rousseau–the adopted daughter who had made my

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a living

wasn’t about to

grandfather’s charity project,” I told her, examining my nails. “You should be on your knees thanking him for

contorted with rage when our

his real daughter! Twenty–five fucking years I took care of him while your whore mother ran off

of my way! I need to see

coldly, signaling the security

abundantly clear that you’re not welcome here. Not now, not ever.”

unhinged. “You manipulative bitch! You’ve turned him against me! This was

me again, and I’ll ensure you leave Monaco in a body

the marble foyer, mascara streaking down her overdone face.

too had been “cruelly Between heaving sobs, she claimed that afte discarded” by Jean–Claude when he discovered her embezzling

been living like garbage,” she wailed. “Fucking disgusting old men just to

approached her slowly, crouching down to her level,

the clothes on her back because of you. She built herself from nothing while you stayed here, pampered and privileged. And now you think I owe

up, brushing imaginary dust from my Hermès

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