Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 260

"Please. Don't flatter yourself. I could've hired any half-decent lawyer and still won that case. Anyone in my shoes would've become an overnight sensation in Cresthaven because of it. You really think you're something special? Even a pig could've soared if it caught the right tailwind. You just happened to ride the Linwood family's coattails. Don't kid yourself about your own abilities."

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head in mock pity. "Honestly, sometimes I almost feel sorry for Claire. Can you imagine being that unlucky? A hopelessly lovesick mother, a greedy father who'd take everything for himself, a useless brother, and you—the childhood friend who bites the hand that fed her."

"If Claire got bullied and ended up behind bars, that's not on me. It was you people-her so-called loved ones who pushed her straight into the fire, step by step."

Vanessa had never believed she was in the wrong. In her world, survival was for the strongest, and she was simply fighting tooth and nail for her own share.

If those people had been clear-headed, if they'd really trusted Claire, would my words have swayed them so easily?

She and Claire weren't even related by blood. Why should she have to hand everything over just because Claire showed up one day?

If she was able to grind the real Linwood heiress into the dirt, that was her own skill.

welcome to try doing

her arms, a spark of amusement in her eyes as she watched Vincent's face contort with emotion. Hatred burned there-hatred for her, regret for Claire-but not a trace of self-reflection for his own part in what had happened. "Shut up! Just shut up!" Vincent was shouting now, wild-eyed, veins bulging. "Vanessa, you're a monster! You used me. All of this

the weak alive. I was only looking out for myself. And don't pretend you weren't after my looks and the Linwood fortune. You

to spend Claire's money on designer brands, or to play the

scoffed, her gaze sharp as a blade. "You knew what was happening to Claire in prison, didn't you? You knew she was slapped, forced to kneel, stabbed with needles, had her leg broken-and you did nothing to

words hit Vincent with the force of a

blinded by vanity, and made

brilliant. Her light eclipsed everyone around

part of him had grown jealous; he just wanted to dim her shine a little, remind her she was only a girl. So what if she had top

he'd take care of her after graduation. Why

buried those thoughts deep, knowing they'd sound ugly if he ever

watched Claire get bullied, did nothing as others tormented her. He thought that, once they'd worn her down enough, he could swoop in, offer her comfort, and she'd have no choice

break her wings, not to hurt her, but to save her from hardship. He'd be her safe harbor, providing