Royal Furline Betrayed BY Mark Twain 13
Chapter 13
In the past, Evelynn had always known-deep in her heart-that Bainbridge felt something for her that went far beyond ordinary sibling affection.
And she felt it too.
But Bainbridge’s parents were traditional, conservative, and uncompromising.
She knew they would never allow such a relationship to exist.
She was afraid that once she crossed that line, she would lose her place in the Wilde family.
So, she played it safe. She’d hid behind the title of sister, quietly indulging in a kind of love that far exceeded what a brother should give:
Then, while she was abroad, during their recent phone calls, she heard him mention his new girlfriend, Angelique.
Something in his voice caught her attention immediately.
She knew this time things were different
This time, he wasn’t using a girlfriend as a shield or a distraction as he had before.
He himself might not have realized it yet, but Evelynn could feel it clearly.
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She knew he had fallen in love with that woman.
She booked the first flight home.
She wouldn’t let this happen. And, deep down, a sharp curiosity gnawed at her. She wanted to see this Angelique for herself.
That was the catalyst for what had happened in the private club room on her very first day back.
She had publicly humiliated Angelique to mark her territory, to prove that she was the most important person in Bainbridge’s heart.
But only two months later, the tables had turned.
Now, she became the one being humiliated.
Aelfric had baited her, hiding his identity to lure her into that revenge party.
Then, with an icy smile, he’d asked, “Did you think Gigi doesn’t have a brother?”
That, she could have endured. Her flirtation with Aelfric had been fleeting and superficial.
But even Bainbridge stopped siding with her. He’d asked, “Didn’t you do the same thing to Angelique back then? So why are you acting so wronged now?”
The moment she heard that, Evelynn felt her world collapse.
Every night for months, I would glance out my window and see the familiar silhouette of that Maybach parked quietly below my building.
It always arrived in the dead of night and vanished by dawn.
Bainbridge never contacted me.
He just used this way to show me how deeply obsessed he still was.
To me, it only made him look pathetic.
If he’d felt this much all along, why had he treated me so cruelly back then?
He only learned to value the heart I gave him once he had successfully hollowed it out.
My wedding to Matthew was drawing closer.
Without my knowing, the two of them had already fought several rounds of commercial warfare
Each of them had their wins and losses.
Neither Matthew nor Bainbridge said a word to me.
Only Aelfric, ever the gleeful spectator, kept me updated with dramatic play-by-play accounts.
Then, when the moment was ripe, he stepped in himself and walked away with the spoils.
I rolled my eyes and called him a sneaky opportunist.
He burst out laughing. “Only an idiot leaves money on the table. Don’t worry-I’ll make it up to you with an extra-generous wedding gift.”
I reached out my hand, a glint in my eye. “Deal.”
The night before the wedding, New York City erupted in a breathtaking fireworks display.
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The entire city buzzed with excitement.
Two messages popped up on my phone from an unknown number.
“Come outside and watch the fireworks.”
“That’s my gift for your wedding.”
I deleted them without a second thought.
If I wanted fireworks, my husband could buy a show for me.
To me, this grand gesture just made him look like a clown.
Early the next morning, I got up for makeup, slipped into my robe, and posed for photos.
Just before Matthew arrived to pick me up, he sent a message: “Gigi, I’m coming to marry you.
replied with an “I’m waiting” emoji.
The wedding was magnificent-full of joy, music, and celebration.
Three days later, Matthew accompanied me back to my parents’ home for a visit. Aelfric quietly slipped a stack of documents into my hands.
“He sent these,” he said quietly. “Calls it compensation. It’s most of what he owns.”
He didn’t elaborate, and I just accepted them.
Bainbridge did owe me that much.
The following morning, I met with my fund manager. I didn’t keep a single cent. I donated the entire portfolio-the real estate and the liquid
assets to a foundation.
I was happy.
And I wanted more people in the world to feel that kind of happiness,
too.
The end.
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