Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Chris had been talking to Kevin for what felt like forever, but it was the kind of conversation that felt good to get off his

chest.

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He showed up at Cloudridge Valley early for lunch, but both his and Kevin’s calls were straight–up blocked by Stephanie.

No other options left, he went ahead and knocked on her door.

Ten minutes straight, nothing.

His mood, which had been kind of okay earlier, plummeted.

Kevin rubbed his chin, thinking. “You think she dipped out before you even got here?”

The idea of her leaving before him hit Chris like a punch to the gut.

“She left first?” His voice was a sharp, low growl.

Kevin just shrugged. “Maybe you should call Mrs. Ashford?”

Chris pulled out his phone and dialed his mom immediately.

“I just already called her. She’s on her way, his mom, Grace, said, sounding calm as always.

There was a pause, and Chris could hear the confusion in her voice. “Why’re you calling me? Shouldn’t you just call Stefi?”

Chris’s frustration bubbled up. If he could actually get through to Stephanie, he wouldn’t be calling his mom.

But since his mom was already on the line, he forced a sigh and said, “Alright, heading back now.”

He didn’t mention that Stephanie had blocked him–hell, that’d be way too embarrassing to bring up.

a little edge. “You’d better apologize properly when you

Chris could feel his patience running

whole family was on edge, especially after the

Olivia–she could

wasn’t thrilled about making another big promise to Stephanie. It only pissed him off more.

but finally answered,

finish. “Your grandparents said if this wedding

him. He didn’t realize how much his grandparents were invested in this. It felt like one wrong move, and he

hitched, and he muttered, “Why do they care so much about Stephanie?”

ever. “They say a fortune teller told them

went quiet for a second.

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big shots, respected people in the community. To hear that they were basing everything on some fortune teller’s

the conversation, said, “Enough talking. Just come back, and

he could get a word in,

staring at the door. It felt like Stephanie had

a regular person with a shorter fuse, had somehow worked her way into

the thing was, his grandparents didn’t need her to do a damn thing. Just being their “lucky star” was enough to

in the door later,

warmly when she saw her, immediately taking her hand. “Good girl. I’m sorry you had to deal with

Stephanie said, holding out a velvet box with

It was impossible

a good girl!” she said, practically glowing. “I

Grace like her even more.

The Hart family must be blind if they don’t see how amazing this girl is. Why would they

politely, “I thought this brooch would

“That’s sweet. Actually, I’ve got something

and