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Mina “Why would I believe someone who abandoned her own father?” I added, putting just the right amount of disgust in my voice. “Thank you for believing me,” Celeste said, and I could see the relief flooding her face. “I didn’t expect this from you.” My chest burned with anger, but I kept smiling. “I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did before,” I said, making my voice soft and apologetic. “I thought you were trying to steal my job.” “Ha.” She actually laughed, raising her hands. “Never. I’m only here to learn.” “I’m sorry. I misunderstood you completely. Please forgive me.” “I forgive you, Mina.” Her whole face lit up like a child who’d just been given candy. Poor, stupid girl. She had no idea what was coming. No matter what, she could never be a real Monroe. Real Monroes weren’t fools. “Thank you,” I said sweetly. “See you later. I need to check on the boss.” “Okay.” I wanted to ask her why she’d never told me she was Jace’s stepsister, but I stopped myself. T

MinaI spent an hour that morning choosing my dress. Not just any dress—the red one that hugged every curve of my body. The one that made men stop and stare. I put on my best makeup, painted my lips the color of blood, and looked at myself in the mirror.Perfect.Jace wouldn’t be able to resist me. Not today. Not when I looked this good and hot.My heart was beating fast as I walked into the office building. I could feel eyes on me, and I loved it. Every single one of them was looking at me like I was a goddess.“Good morning, Mina,” my coworkers said when they saw me. Their eyes went wide.“Good morning,” I answered sweetly, walking past them with my head held high.“You look so beautiful,” Joy said, her mouth hanging open a little. “You look so hot. Do you have a date with someone?”A date? I almost laughed. No one else was good enough for me except Jace. Soon, everyone would call me Mrs. Monroe. Soon, I would have everything I deserved.“Yes,” I lied smoothly. “After work.”Everyon

Aria“Why did you do it?” Damon’s voice was quiet when he asked, but that scared me more than if he’d yelled.I’d just finished telling him everything—about Jace throwing me out, about the scene at his office.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I tried so hard to make him forgive me. I begged him, Damon. I got on my knees and begged, but he wouldn’t listen.” Tears started falling down my face. “He called me a bitch.”Damon moved closer to me. My heart started beating faster.“He’s right,” Damon muttered.“What?” I stared at him, not believing what I was hearing. “What are you saying?”“He’s right.” He looked straight into my eyes, and I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me. “You’re a slut. A lowly bitch.”“Damon,” I breathed out his name, like saying it would make him stop. It hurt so much more hearing it from him than from Jace. Jace hated me now, but Damon—Damon was supposed to love me.“You’re a bitch,” he screamed suddenly, and his hand flew across my face. The

Aria“Damon, I can’t accept this.”“You will. Because you have no choice.” He looked at me like I was nothing. “You knew our plan from the beginning. You knew what we were trying to do—get rich, have a good life. Jace was perfect for it. His father was loaded, and we were going to take everything. But you—”He stopped, and the disgust on his face made me want to die. “You ruined everything. Damn you.”“I’m sorry. You’re my everything, Damon.” I swallowed what was left of my pride. Despite the pain screaming through my body, I got out of bed. I fell to my knees on the hard floor. I crawled to him like an animal. I grabbed his leg and held on. “Please don’t throw me away. You’re all I have.”“You’re wrong, Aria.” He looked down at me like I was an insect. “You still have your Kelvin.”“He meant nothing,” I sobbed. “He was just... just something to pass the time. If I’d known, I never would have done it. Please, Damon. Remember where we started. Remember when we had nothing but each othe

Damon“Sir, please—” I tried to speak, but he cut me off.“Chiara will never belong with the likes of you. Go find a girl from your own pitiful class and leave my daughter alone. You’re nothing but a worm, a gold digger desperate for what you can never earn.”“I love her,” I shouted into the phone, my voice cracking.“Love?” He laughed, sharp and merciless. “Love is for people who can afford it. What matters is power, money, and pedigree—things you will never have. Don’t ever call this number again, and stay away from my daughter, or I will personally remind you how easily people like you disappear.”The line went dead.“Chiara,” I whispered as tears ran down my face.All my life, I’d been looked down on by rich people. Treated like trash. Told I wasn’t good enough. But Chiara was different. She was the first woman I’d ever truly loved. The only person who made me want to be better.The only problem was that she came from a wealthy family, and I came from nothing.But I had a plan. I