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Chapter 94\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 94\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had always hated Violet. From the moment we were kids, everything about her set my teeth on edge. She was everything I wanted to be, beautiful, rich, the kind of girl who turned heads the second she walked into a room. And to make it worse, my father was only the adopted son, while hers was the true Moore heir.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At school they made fun of me. They called my dad a charity case. They said I was just a background character in Violet\u2019s life story. The words stung\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet never did anything mean on purpose, at least that\u2019s what everyone said, but she always had a way of showing she was untouchable. She would come to my rescue when people bullied me, acting kind and sweet, and everybody applauded her for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If I\u2019d been in her place, I would have bullied her, shown off my father\u2019s money until people bowed. I wanted that life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So I prayed that somehow our lives could be exchanged. I don\u2019t know who heard my prayer, God, the devil, or someone else, but someone surely did, because everything changed in a single day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u2019s family had an accident. Her parents were gone. She and her little brother lost everything, and I finally got what I\u2019d always wanted. I took it all. I wanted her to suffer. I even brought Nora back to take Violet\u2019s place in Matthew\u2019s life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And yet, my fingers kept drifting to the spot on my neck where she\u2019d nearly strangled me, her voice still echoing in my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKilling you would be mercy. You have to suffer tenfold what you did to me and my brother. I will make sure you wish you were all dead. I, Violet Moore, promise you all a life worse than hell.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why did it scare me so much? Was it the look in her eyes, or was it the feeling that I\u2019d finally crossed a line I shouldn\u2019t have?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sat up a little straighter when the woman next to me smiled and said, \u201cYou\u2019re so pretty, Riley. Do you have a boyfriend?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to her. She was one of the five wealthy parents who had come today. My mother gave me a quick look, a silent warning to be perfect. These were rich people, and potential future mothers-in-law. I had to play the part.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled, folding my hands neatly in my lap, and forced my voice into something sweet. \u201cNo, ma\u2019am. I don\u2019t have a boyfriend.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s smile widened. \u201cGood, good. I have an older son. He\u2019s overseas right now, working with his father. You\u2019d make a perfect match.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another woman laughed and cut in. \u201cPlease, she\u2019d be a better match for my son.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, don\u2019t start. I asked first,\u201d the first woman said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One of them leaned toward my mother. \u201cYou trained your daughter well. Why couldn\u2019t you train that foolish niece of yours? She\u2019s so stupid, trying to blame our sons for the accident.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another woman nodded. \u201cRight. Riley is perfect, while that stupid girl acts like a child. From what I\u2019ve heard, she\u2019s just a poor college student who can\u2019t even afford anything. She\u2019s leeching off people like you and thinks she can go up against us. Especially when we have one of the best lawyers in the country. Does she really think she can win against him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
All eyes turned to the middle aged man at the head of the table. He smirked, smug. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it ladies, we\u2019ll sue her and put her in her place. There\u2019s no way she\u2019ll find a better lawyer than me, nobody would dare go up against us. Even if they tried, we\u2019d win.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 94\u00a0<\/p>\n
090\u00a0<\/p>\n
volierers\u00a0<\/p>\n
My smile finally felt real. For the first time since yesterday, I felt like myself again. Listening to them, I felt a spark of satisfaction. Even these women were scrambling to claim me for their precious sons. And Violet? Who did she think she was? She could never stand against me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even if she somehow had someone backing her, they would change their minds the moment they realized the people she had offended. Nobody would dare challenge these people.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At first, I genuinely felt bad about what happened to Sebastian. He was just a kid, after all. But the guilt never lasted long. It wasn\u2019t like I wanted him to end up in a coma. That wasn\u2019t my fault. All I did was tell the others to teach him a lesson after Violet refused to help me cheat. What happened after was an accident. I never meant for things to go that far.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI apologize for my cousin\u2019s mistake,\u201d I said softly, glancing around the table. \u201cShe\u2019s just really emotional sometimes. But don\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll talk to her. I\u2019m sure she\u2019ll come around. Especially after seeing you people here. She wouldn\u2019t be foolish enough to oppose you\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The door swung open before I could finish.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every head turned, mine included. I smirked, already picturing Violet slinking in, weak, pathetic, with dark circles under her eyes, hiding behind that ridiculous hoodie she always wore. She was always easy to manipulate. I couldn\u2019t wait to watch her beg in front of them, to prove once and for all that I was better.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when I narrowed my eyes at her, the sight that met me wasn\u2019t the broken, pitiful cousin I expected. Violet walked in like a completely different person.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t slouching, or trembling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was dressed in a skirt, crisp shirt, and fitted jacket, her hair pulled back neatly. Every line of her body was composed, and confident. Her face was utterly blank, and unreadable. There was not a single trace of fear. She looked\u2026 strong.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d one of the women muttered, frowning. \u201cIs that the girl? She doesn\u2019t look like the one they were describing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath caught in my throat. My nails dug into my palm until pain flared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What the hell was going on?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why did she look like that?\u00a0<\/p>\n
And why wouldn\u2019t my heart stop hammering with fear?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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