Chapter 8
It was painful, but undeniable–three years of love wasted on a man who didn’t deserve it.
I looked at my parents‘ worried faces, and for the first time in a long while, I felt the weight lifting, replaced by warmth.
My mother’s gentle touch on my back, her voice soft, “The most important thing is you’re home.”
Just as the moment of peace enveloped me, Bucky, the butler, entered, his bow respectful. “Master, Madam, the Crown Prince of the Wilson Family has invited Miss to his engagement party.”
My mother, ever protective, hesitated, “You’re exhausted. Maybe we should-”
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I cut her off, standing up, my fingers closing around the golden invitation. “I’m going”
My parents had planned for me to attend in grand fashion, driving a luxury car, but I declined.
I wore a simple white dress and arrived alone at the Four Seasons Hotel New York, only to be stopped by security.
Suddenly, I heard a voice.
“Isn’t this Charles‘ little secret? Making a scene like this? She doesn’t belong here.”
“Ah, this is better than any reality show. Let me show you inside!”
The speaker, dressed in a custom suit, was Christopher.
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As soon as I stepped into the lobby, the lively scene came to an immediate halt, and all eyes turned toward me.
“Victoria Winston?”
“Vicky?”
Tracy and Charles both shouted my name in unison from the stage.
“I’ve always known it–Victoria is just a cunning, poor girl. She plays the obedient role, but beneath it all, she’s clawing her way up the social ladder, desperate to get to the top!”
“Exactly. Now that Charles is engaged, her little fantasy is crushed, and she’s here to make a scene. Only someone like Charles would treat her like she’s worth anything.”
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“Can’t deny, she’s got that allure. Must be why he’s kept her around. If Charles gets tired of her, maybe I’ll have my own little experiment.”
“True, she’s got the looks, even better than Tracy, but her family’s a joke. Still, having her as a mistress isn’t the worst choice.”
The crowd’s words were sharp and degrading, each one a sting to my pride.
Charles‘ face tightened, and he stepped. closer, his voice low and controlled.
“Vicky, please, go home. Let me handle this, and I’ll explain everything to you later.”
“Miss Winston is also here. This place… it’s not the right environment for you!”
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When I didn’t budge, his voice softened, but there was an underlying urgency.
“Vicky, please. You know this will ruin my career. You understand that, right?”
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