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 reason

let out a small laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Are you serious? Do you really think the wedding is just between the two of

that simple. She almost wished it were. Things would be

added, “Either way, even if I keep it quiet, someone else

He immediately understood who “someone” was.

always think so badly of Olivia,” he

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Chapter 7

cake, popping it into her mouth like she didn’t have a care in the world. “If she -wasn’t so bad, whyid you have to kick her out of the country for protection

red, like someone who had just swallowed

had almost buried it ད ད ད ་ ་ ་ ་ ་

Stephanie bringing it up again, his expression

then. If Olivia hadn’t left, I’m

another leisurely bite of cake, barely

careful not to let it

everything that had happened. he couldn’t help feeling

outbursts that she was stuck in

be reminded himself–now wasn’t the time to press her.

control over the situation. “Olivia’s just sick. Once she gets better, we’ll

glance

won’t let you keep causing a scene. If this keeps up, it’ll only

knew exactly how much leverage the Han family had over

predict it–if things had gone as expected, her card was probably frozen by

the conversation. “How long’s the rent on this place been paid? When’s the next pancar da

one Stephanie had rented after

she was living in probably cost

clear: She didn’t have the

in

narrowed, his face

say anything else, his phone vibrated in his

Stephanie, be

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

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

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