Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 172

When Sebastian left, he hauled Macro out by the collar like a rowdy kid.

That mouth of his–sometimes Sebastian wanted to tape it shut and add some glue for good measure.

After lunch, Stephanie wandered into the sunroom, plopping down to wait for Ella.

The place was warm, with huge windows showing off a snowy scene–white piles and icicles glinting on the branches

outside.

The butler peeked in, voice quiet. “Miss?”

“What’s up?” Stephanie glanced his way.

“There’s a Mrs. Hart at the gate. Says she wants to see you,” the butler said, cool as ever.

Hart? Caitlin? Stephanie’s brow scrunched up.

“Caitlin Hart?” she asked.

“Yes.” The butler nodded.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. Showing up now? Easy guess–she was here about Tyler.

Or probably, she was here for Tyler and Olivia. Stephanie smirked to herself, not impressed.

Tell her no, Stephanie said, keeping it short.

Her old number was done–she’d trashed it last night and got a new one. The Hart family couldn’t reach her no matter whose phone they borrowed.”

Only Jennifer and Ella had her number now.

And those two? They’d never blab to the Harts.

“Got it, the butler said with a quick nod, stepping away.

He was about to call security with Stephanie’s “no,” but before he could finish, her phone buzzed–Ella on the other end.

“Stefi, Caitlin’s standing in front of my car, blocking me, Ella’s voice came through, sharp and crackly.

Stephanie froze, totally confused.

She shot a quick look at the butler, waving him to hold off.

Ella kept going, “She’s crying her eyes out, making a whole scene. Get this–she used to talk smack about you, saying you were some country bumpkin with no class.”

“So who’s the drama queen now? Ella’s voice was pure sarcasm.

Stephanie could already hear Caitlin’s raspy sobs through the phone.

The sound was loud and annoying as hell. She cringed.

Her eyes narrowed a bit. “Bring her in, she said, keeping it cool.

“On it, the butler replied, short and sharp.

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Right before the call ended. Stephanie caught Ella throwing shade at Caitlin, “Pulling this stunt just to see your own kid? Only a mom like you gets that honor

“You dug this hole yourself, Ella added, her tone dripping with disgust.

Most families had that cozy, tight–knit mom–and–daughter thing.

The Harts lost Stephanie once–you’d think they’d hold her close after getting her back.

But

this so–called mom turned it into a

play parent–she treated Tyler and Olivia

footsteps clomped in

the door, Caitlin

Ella and Jennifer. “Give me a minute, she said,

herself against the doorframe,

staffer to take them to the greenhouse lounge next door, but he hung around. Sebastian had told him before

it. The Harts would find a way to corner

were, still clueless, acting like

yesterday, and Caitlin looked like she’d aged ten years in a

sip, not even glancing Caitlin’s way. Caitlin sat across from her, fuming. That laid–back vibe was like a match to her temper. she couldn’t take the

tossed back, chill as ever.

1–don’t–give–a–damn attitude just fueled

again, her voice had a bite. “He’s your brother–right or wrong–and you let some random guy mess

his hands is ruined–no way it’s ever gonna work right again,” she snapped, all blame in her tone. The

in the car, psyching herself up to

a doctor bad, Tyler was down for the count, the

ther’s throats.

Stephanie, she thought,

figured she had to talk it out with her–Stephanie was the fix

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on her face? Caitlin’s temper blew up like a grease fire.

guy–hit Stephanie like

loud stack rang

the coffee table, the sharp sound slicing through

splashed out, spilling over the table and

chilly side–eye. “You here to chew me

as the ice hanging outside, her eyes flashing with a frosty edge.

her voice jumping. “Stephanie, what the hell do you

much yet, and Caitlin was already

mouth, Caitlin’s chest burned

pulling at her lips, like she was

butler. “Get it done–have

miss,” he said with a quick

jumped up, her voice shaky.

messed up Olivia–now you’re doing this to him?”

gripping the chair so tight her knuckles turned

“Did you forget, Caitlin? We’re not family

Caitlin stopped cold.

face went pale, lips moving

could you–you… Her voice

mug and

the coffee flowed, she said lazily, “Don’t you guys

come at

to crush her–hell, even wipe her out, she

around, right? Her voice was steady, dripping

in Long Harbor, but the Harts? Their true colors

place for years, piggybacking off the Ashfords. Caitlin, especially–her name was mud

breathing sped up. “You can’t do

already

“Choke on that

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sliced through Caitlin, cold and herce, like a blade ready to cut.

Caitlin was about to say next got stuck, killed by

skin crawl more than the Harts