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Mr. Brooks saw me and quickly looked away.
Brielle ran over, wrapping her arm around his.
“Mr. Brooks, you’ve been with the Whitmores forever. Tell everyone–who’s the imposter here?”
I turned to him too, waiting for his answer.
To my surprise, Mr. Brooks pointed straight at my mother, his tone cutting and absolute.
“She’s just the housekeeper. Three years ago, she lost her mind and started thinking she around out of pity.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by a collective murmur of understanding.
was Mrs. Whitmore. Graham only kept her
“No wonder Mrs. Whitmore suddenly started making public appearances three years ag,” someone said. “She probably didn’t want that crazy woman stealing her place.”
Hearing the crowd tear us down, Brielle tilted her head back with smug pride.
“Still pretending? The Whitmores aren’t for just anyone to climb into.”
Her mother nodded toward the security guards. They moved in, grabbing my mother and me by the arms.
Brielle strutted up and slapped us both across the face.
The diamond edges of her ring tore skin.
“You still think your mother’s Mrs. Whitmore? That you’re the heiress?” she taunted.
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“My mom was being merciful, letting her stay in the house. She should be thankful all she had to do was shine my mother’s shoes.‘
Her smirk deepened.
“If my dad hears you attacked my mom, he’ll have you dumped somewhere no one will ever find you.”
She leaned in, lowering her voice. “But I’m feeling generous. Get on your knees, apologize, and maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Then her mother tossed the cake to the floor, frosting splattering across the marble.
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“Brielle, didn’t she shove you earlier? Let’s be gracious–let them have some cake first. Then we’ll make sure they apologize the right
way.”
The arrogance was suffocating. Even Mr. Brooks stood on their side.
There was no doubt now–Graham had cheated on my mother.
I tore free from the guard’s grip and slapped Brielle hard enough to send her sprawling.
Grandfather had trained me in self–defense from a young age.
These people were no match for me.
I reached for my mother, trying to pull her up, but she was already looking at the other woman with pleading eyes.
“Mrs. Whitmore,” she whispered, “I’ll take the blame. I’ll eat the cake. Just… please, let my daughter go.”
The ballroom roared with laughter.
My chest ached at the sight.
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The warm, gracious woman my mother used to be–how had she become like this?
Brielle scrambled to her feet, rage twisting her face. “You wish! She hit me–today, she’s not walking out of here.”
“With you?” I lifted my hand again, and she instantly darted behind my brothers.
They closed ranks in front of her.
“You think we’ll let you hurt our sister? You’re out of your mind,” Damien snapped.
I swung once. One punch each, and they all went silent.
Then I headed toward Brielle’s mother, and the moment Brielle saw it, she snatched up her phone.
My brothers tried to block her, but they were still frozen from the hits I’d landed.
“Dad!” she screamed into the phone. “Some bitch just crashed Mom’s mode
While she was busy calling, I sent her mother sprawling.
No one else dared to move.
pulled my mother into a chair.
Moments later, engines rumbled outside.
Brielle’s face lit up.
“You’re finished, Serena! My dad’s here–you and your mom are dead!”
A man in a black suit walked in.
Our eyes met, shock flashing between us.
I smiled, stepped forward, and slapped him across the face in front of everyone.
get here now!”
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