Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

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Chapter 7

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Chris walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling out a cigarette from the pack as though it was second nature.

But before he could light it, Stephanie stepped forward without hesitation, snatched it from his hand, and tossed it into the

trash.

Chris’s face darkened immediately. “What the hell are you doing?”

This was the first time anyone had dared treat him this rudely–especially a woman.

When he was with Olivia, no matter what he wanted, Olivia never questioned him. She just went along with whatever he said or did.

Stephanie clapped her hands together and shut the trash can lid with a soft thud. “Sorry, I just don’t like the smell.”

Chris stood frozen, his mouth hanging slightly open as if he hadn’t fully processed what had just happened.

Countless memories of Stephanie’s gentle side flashed through his mind, but they all shattered when he saw the cold, indifferent expression on her face.

In the end, Chris decided to let it go–for now.

His thoughts drifted to the two major news stories that had broken that morning. The Ashford family’s phone lines were probably about to get flooded.

His tone softened, almost as if he were trying a new approach. “The news today… was it Ella who sent it out?”

When Stephanie had first mentioned calling off the wedding, Chris hadn’t believed her at all. He’d just thought it was another tantrum. But this time? It seemed like she had actually gone too far.

Stephanie didn’t answer. She walked over to the fridge, pulled out a small piece of cake, and started eating it as if the conversation didn’t matter anymore.

Stephanie hadn’t eaten enough during her steak meal at lunch, and after two hours of shopping with Ella, her stomach was practically growling.

Chris watched her, his frustration bubbling up. She acted like he wasn’t even there, and it was pushing him to the edge.

He reached for the fridge door and shut it with a slight thud. “The wedding’s supposed to be between the two of us,” he said, his voice tight with annoyance. “Why do you have to make it a public spectacle?”

He could deal with her venting in private, but this drama she was stirring up in front of everyone? That was another story.

spinning as he tried to find a

amusement. “Are you serious? Do you

were that simple. She almost wished it were. Things

a cold, dismissive look and added, “Either way, even if I keep it quiet, someone else will spill

understood who “someone”

help himself. “You shouldn’t always think so badly of Olivia,” he said, his tone

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it into her mouth like she didn’t have a care in the world. “If she

red,

mentioned. He had almost buried it ད ད ད

with Stephanie bringing it up again, his expression darkened.

through clenched teeth. “You were relentless back then. If Olivia hadn’t left, I’m afraid you

of cake, barely looking at him.

he was careful not to let it show too much. He couldn’t lose his

he couldn’t help feeling disgusted

that she was stuck

himself–now wasn’t the time to press her. He still needed the wedding to happen.

situation. “Olivia’s just sick. Once she gets better,

piercing glance

his point. “Your parents won’t let you keep causing a

much leverage the Han family had over her.

had gone as expected, her

the rent on this place been paid?

one Stephanie had rented after leaving the Hart family.

cheap. The unit she was living in probably cost at

point was clear: She didn’t have the luxury of acting on a

Stephanie, still holding her spoon, leaned back in her chair

his face darkening

he could say anything else, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

away from Stephanie, be answered.

believed that in a marriage, the person who needed help had no right to

to want to break up with her, but here he was, skruby wering call from a third party right in front of

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