Chapter 12
One late night, Ronan kept pouring himself drink after drink, refusing to put down his glass even after vomiting ]
Heyar sat beside him, her eyes swollen from crying as she pleaded with him in a hoarse voice.
“Ronan, please stop drinking! You’ll end up in the hospital if you keep this up. Don’t hurt yourself like this over some ungrateful woman who’s just social climbing!”
Ronan’s clouded eyes regained some clarity when he heard this.[]
He grabbed Heyar by the collar, his voice still slurred with alcohol.[]
“Ungrateful? Social climbing? No way! She married my uncle just to spite me! We’ve known each other for over ten years–how could I not see through her little games? All she wants is for me to chase her and beg her to come back. I’m going after her right now. One snap of my fingers, and she’ll be back, no doubt!”
With that, Ronan pushed away the bottle and staggered toward the door.[]
Heyar bit her lip, her face full of resentment as she followed.[]
The taxi dropped them off at Southbay Villa, and Ronan punched in the security code and barged in.[]
In the quiet night, the relentless pounding on doors disturbed everyone’s peaceful sleep.[]
The butler opened the door to find Ronan and quickly had him helped inside, then started upstairs to notify Lucius.[]
The night breeze sobered Ronan up slightly, but he insisted on following upstairs, banging on doors.[]
Lucius opened his door to find Ronan completely drunk, his expression instantly turning cold.[]
“Take him to sober up.”
The butler quickly led Ronan toward the bathroom with help from the staff.]
Only Heyar remained in the hallway.
She hung her head, her voice sounding like she was about to cry.
“Good evening, Mr. Moretti.“]
Lucius glanced at her, about to ask what had happened tonight, when he heard footsteps behind him.[]
“What’s happened?”
When he saw Isabella come out, rubbing her eyes sleepily, his cold gaze softened, and he moved to wrap his arm around her waist.]
“Just a small matter. Go back to rest–I’ll handle this quickly.“[]
At the sound of the familiar voice, Heyar instinctively looked up and saw the woman Ronan had been thinking about all night, now wrapped in another man’s arms, being cared for with gentle affection.[]
She couldn’t help but think how all her careful planning had come to nothing, while the person she hated most was now living the life she envied the most.
Heyar couldn’t resist causing trouble, consumed with resentment.[]
“Miss Claymore, Ronan’s been heartbroken all night, knowing you got married today. I know you’re upset with him, but using Mr. Moretti as a cover to hurt Ronan like this? That’s really too much. He already agreed to marry you–how could you go back on your word like that?“[]
After just a few days, Heyar had really gotten better at manipulating and throwing in passive–aggressive remarks!
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Chapter 12
Isabella raised an eyebrow, about to respond, when she heard Lucius’s low voice.
“Sharp–tongued. Tomorrow I’ll have to ask my sister–in–law how she trained such a clever housekeeper.”
Hearing the words “sister–in–law,” Heyar felt a coldness run through her entire body.
Ronan’s parents had never liked her and had tried multiple times to find excuses to fire her family, only to be stopped by Ronan each time
If Lucius personally went to complain about her, not even a miracle could save her family.[]
So she desperately tried to explain, her words stumbling in her panic.[]
“No, Mr. Moretti, everything I said is true! Miss Claymore has always wanted to marry our young master–everyone in Chicago knows…“[]
Before she could finish, Isabella flexed her wrist and delivered two crisp slaps across Heyar’s face.[]
She used considerable force, hitting Heyar so hard that she saw stars and both sides of her face swelled up.
Like a red, puffy peach.] ·
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