Chapter 6 - Margaret Ashford Intervenes
Margaret stepped into the center of the aisle, attempting to salvage what little dignity her family name had left.
“Sloane, darling, let’s be reasonable about this,” Margaret said, pasting a sickeningly sweet smile onto her face.
“We are family. We can settle these private matters behind closed doors without dragging our reputation through the mud.”
I slowly stood up from my chair, smoothing the fabric of my dress with deliberate, unhurried grace.
“Family, Margaret?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent room with icy precision.
“Is that what you call leaking defamatory stories to the press for six months to make me look unstable?”
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Margaret’s sweet smile vanished instantly, replaced by a dark, venomous glare that matched her true character.
“You were nothing when Callum brought you home from that diner, and you’ll be nothing when we finish you,” she spat.
