Chapter 6 - Ordering the Fraudulent Bride Out of My House
Vanessa scrambled to her feet, realizing her manipulation tactics had completely failed to yield results.
She ran toward the master staircase, heading up toward the second-floor guest suite to gather her belongings.
“Don't touch anything in my house that you didn't bring with you through the front door,” I shouted up the stairs.
My mother sank heavily onto the living room sofa, covering her face with her shaking hands in deep shame.
“I brought her into this house... I pushed you to propose to her so fast,” my mother sobbed remorsefully.
“You were blinded by your obsession with seeing me remarried, Mom, and it almost cost me my son,” I said coldly.
Upstairs, the sound of slamming closet doors and thrown luggage echoed loudly through the ceiling boards.
Within minutes, Vanessa dragged a heavy designer suitcase down the stairs, her mascara running in ugly black streaks.
She paused at the front doorway, turning back to glare at us with pure venom in her eyes.
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“You’ll regret this, Daniel! You and your brat will pay for humiliating me!” she screamed before slamming the door.
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