Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 8

Chris climbed into the car, his jaw clenched and his face dark with anger,

Kevin glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “So, how’s Miss Giovanni? Is she over it yet?”

It was pretty clear to everyone else that Stephanie was just throwing a tantrum, trying to pressure Chris into sending Olivia away again.

Chris rubbed his temples, frustration building. “You think she’s that easy to calm down?”

Kevin thought back to what had caused all this tension.

He had to admit, Olivia’s sudden return without any warning would’ve pissed anyone off.

“Do you think she’s serious about canceling the wedding?” Kevin asked cautiously.

Chris went quiet, unsure how to answer.

He replayed the past two years in his mind.

Then, Chris let out a bitter laugh. “What do you think?”

He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone who really felt that way wouldn’t shut down so fast.

Kevin thought for a moment, then shook his head It didn’t seem likely.

He knew the Hart family couldn’t stand Stephanie. Aside from marrying Chris, she had no backup plan.

Plus, after everything she’d invested in their relationship over the last two years, it seemed real. You couldn’t fake that kind of emotion.

So, Kevin figured Stephanie was just throwing a tantrum–though, admittedly, a pretty extreme one…

Back in Cloudridge Valley, Stephanie was still awake.

She stared at the pile of shopping bags scattered across the floor, her mind drifting back to the credit card she’d accidentally pulled out. Her headache was getting worse by the minute.

It felt like a storm was brewing inside her.

She tried to push the worry aside.

After all, she’d spent the whole morning trying on wedding dresses and shopping with Ella. Her calves were sore from all the walking

A bath sounded like just what she needed. It started off relaxing, but the moment she stepped out, the doorbell rang urgently.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

She didn’t bother opening the door, just called out.

“It’s me. Open up,” the person answered. Stephanie could tell it was Catlin.

Stephanie swung the door open to find Catlin standing there, dressed in an elegant skirt, a string of pearls around her neck.

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but her expression was

down with authority. Her eyes locked

behind her, towel in hand, wiping her

was already angry, but seeing Stephanie lounging around

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to do?” Catlin snapped, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “I told you, Olivia didn’t do it. She just got back, and you’re

and shoved the news article in Stephanie’s face. “And this statement about canceling the wedding? Olivia’s my daughter, and your

thought she’s the other woman. How could you do that?”

more Catlin spoke, the angrier she became, her words spilling out in a

like ice, tossed the towel aside and

eyes,

stop until you’ve ruined the reputation of our entire family, will you? Now I really

She was finally admitting what had been weighing on her: her regret for bringing

Catlin, if they’d never let Stephanie back, none of this

Stephanie had done lately just proved she was nothing but trouble–a curse

outburst, Catlin stared at Stephanie, her face hard

should’ve brought me back. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have ended

regret than Catlin ever could. Returning to this

words to respond. Her arms

said, you should’ve just pretended you never found me. From now on, we

paused, then smirked. “And as for Olivia–you’re still protecting her,

her?”

family a few years ago, Stephanie had left again. She hadn’t spent enough time with them to feel any real

words only made Catlin’s rage burn hotter. “You… you

conversation had hit a dead

about it carefully. Once you stop going after Olivia,

to hit her

back down

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stormed out, slamming

that cutting off Stephanie’s access to money would force her

couldn’t wait to see Stephanie begging for her

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house

an apple

rang, and she answered

end was practically vibrating with excitement. “Boss, we’ve got a big

apple, her

check, replied, “Three times

the number. The apple

stood up. “I’ll

her apple, she

the