Semua Bab I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Bab 21 - Bab 25

Family.Such a lovely word. Rolls off the tongue like sugar. Looks good on Christmas cards. Sounds pretty in therapy.But here is the thing, there are families built on love. And then there are families held together by status, secrets, and whatever makes a good headlineTake a good guess which one mine is.My father, Rowan Chamberlain, is a respected judge with more power than parenting skills. He splits his time between four cities. Washington D.C., Virginia, Florida, and New York, delivering his ideology of justice like he’s God in a black robe. A public hero with a private cold streak.We barely saw him growing up. And when we did, it felt more like a business meeting than a father-daughter moment. He’d sweep in with that polished judge persona and sit across from us like we were on trial. Asking questions about school, manners, and whether we smiled enough in public.It was always “How are your scores?”, “Did you win that debate?”, “Don’t slouch, someone might be watching.”We we

Monet was the kind of person who could detach from anything. Guilt, emotions, even basic human decency. She knew how to shut it all off if it helped her win or prove a point.And that answer… that non-answer she just gave was all the proof Sienna needed to finally see her for what she really was. A manipulative, heartless son of a bitch.Sienna let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a sob and a breathless laugh…and wiped her face with the sleeve of her dress.“God,” she muttered. “I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”“Isn't it obvious by now" I say, walking over to Sienna “What’s real… is us not being Chamberlains. We never were. We were accessories. Like handbags. Like props for the press. Convenient… until we started asking questions and going against our roles.”Monet looked like she wanted to speak, but didn’t. Because in reality there was really nothing left to say.Sienna adored Monet. She spent her whole life trying to win her approval. Copying the way she dressed,

I dropped to my knees beside Sienna and caught her before her head hit the tile. Her body was trembling, shallow gasps tearing out of her lips as blood dripped from her nose onto my shoulder.“Shit…Sienna, stay with me.”I gently lowered her to the floor, turning her head to the side, loosening the buttons around her neck. Her skin felt too cold. Her chest was heaving like she just ran a marathon in heels.“Somebody get the damn emergency kit!” I yelled.Monet was still frozen, her eyes wide and blinking like someone had just slapped her into a different reality.“What… what is going on?” she asked, stepping forward like she didn’t just stand there watching her daughter collapse.“Move back.” I barked, raising my arm to block her path. “She’s overstimulated. Her heart is under a lot of pressure due to the panic attack. You being here is not helping.”Monet blinked. “Heart? What do you mean her heart, overstimulated? I don't understand what is going on..”I looked up from Sienna ju