Chapter 4 - Bianca Scrambles To Twist The Ugly Truth Around
“You really think you can keep playing this game, Bianca?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm as I closed the distance between us.
“Ask her yourself, Julian! She doesn't even know what year it is half the time!” Bianca shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at my mother.
“My mind is as sharp as a tack, you wicked girl,” my mother retorted from the ground, her voice gaining strength through sheer righteous fury.
Bianca glared down at my mother with pure malice, momentarily dropping the helpless damsel act before catching herself and looking back at me.
“Julian, please, you’re letting a confused old woman ruin our wedding!” Bianca pleaded, stepping forward and reaching for my arm.
I jerked my arm away as if her touch were burning acid, causing her to freeze in utter shock.
“Don't ever touch me again,” I whispered, staring down at her with unadulterated disgust.
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“You’re throwing away our entire life over her?” Bianca demanded, her voice rising in disbelief as her true narcissistic colors finally bled through.
“Our life was a transaction to you, wasn't it?” I asked quietly. “You just couldn't wait for her to die so you could inherit this estate.”
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