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Chapter 6
Good. Very good.
I was on the verge of exploding, while my mother, hearing Graham’s words, began to tremble u
She clutched my sleeve tightly.
“Serena… let’s just apologize. I don’t want to stay in this ballroom any
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with a quiet sob.
With Graham backing them, Brielle and her mother grew even bolder.
”
“Now you know who you’ve messed with?” Brielle sneered. “We weren’t planning
the middle of nowhere.”
uncontrollably.
kill you before, but you hit me. Now you can rot in
Graham made a show of it–dozens of men in black suits closing in around my mother and me.
I leveled my voice. “Graham, think carefully. Who really runs the Whitmore family?”
He smirked, savoring the moment. “I do. And this is just punishing two disobedient servants.
My brothers spoke up in chorus, “Dad, don’t waste time on them. Mom’s birthday party still has to go on.”
Surrounded by men who treated her like royalty, Claudia dabbed fake tears from her eyes.
me and a husband
who
adores
- me.
“I think I’m the happiest woman in the world,” she said dramatically. “I have children who love
Brielle raised her brows in challenge. “Hear that, you two crazy women? I can’t wait to watch you get torn
My gaze swept over them, cold and sharp, before a slow smile curved my lips.
“Graham, why don’t we bet on it–see who doesn’t make it out alive tonight?”
They had driven my mother to this, and I was going to make them pay.
“Serena, don’t do anything foolish,” my mother pleaded, her voice trembling. “If we just apologize, they’ll let my knees, call myself trash–anything to make them stop targeting you. Let me protect you.”
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Her words cut deeper than any insult in the room. Years of manipulation had left her jumpy and broken, unable to see that none of this
was her fault.
us
- go.
can
get down
on
I moved her behind me. “Mom, even if you apologize, they won’t let us go. And you haven’t done anything wrong.”
Graham’s gaze darkened.
“Take them,” he ordered. “Dump them somewhere no one will find them.”
The guards closed in–too many to fight off, and my mother wouldn’t stand a chance if chaos broke out.
I forced my breathing to steady, keeping my eyes locked on the massive screen at the end of the ballroom. All I needed was to buy another two or three minutes… just enough for my backup to arrive.
I turned to my four brothers.
“You’re really choosing to stand against me?”
They laughed under their breath.
“You think you’re someone? You’ll be dead soon enough.”
I shot back instantly.
“You’ve hated me all your lives because you can’t beat me. You’re pathetic–cowards who only know how to bully your own mother and
.
sister. You think without me, you’ll inherit the Whitmore estate? Keep dreaming.”
“You-”
They didn’t get to finish.
The sound of synchronized footsteps cut them off.
Graham’s eyes widened as he turned toward the ballroom doors.
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