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Hilda was genuinely furious. Her face was flushed, and her hands flew as she argued, "He drove us out of our own home. We gave up everything, and he still won't let it go. Does he need us on our knees before he's satisfied?"I admit he did a great deal for our family. But the most important thing is that our family raised him. Without us, where would he be? If we raised him, isn't it only natural that he would give everything back to the family?"You raise a dog, and it guards the house. You raise a chicken, and eventually you eat it. Why is it different when it's a person? Why does that somehow make us the villains?"Are all those commenters blind? Can't any of them see that simple truth?"The video had followed her all day. Everywhere she went looking for work, she felt people staring at her and whispering behind her back.Giana was no calmer inside, but her thoughts had taken a different turn from Hilda's. Buried deep in the comment section, she had found something she could no

Clara had done the math. A small studio cost 160 dollars a month. She would need the first and last month's rent up front, so 320 dollars to get started. She also needed a unit with a kitchen. That alone would eliminate a significant food expense.Between rent, utilities, and cooking for herself, she could keep her monthly expenses just above 400 dollars. Two or three decent interview outfits would cost another 100 dollars. She could send 600 dollars back to her sisters and still have 600 dollars left for herself.She refused to believe she couldn't find real work before that money ran out. Work that reflected what she was actually worth.She worked the assembly line with steady energy. She had thought through almost everything, except one thing.She had never considered whether her body could actually handle a night shift. Eight in the evening through midnight was manageable. She wasn't someone who went to bed early. Eleven o'clock, midnight, those were normal bedtimes for her.H

Oscar hadn't replied, but the messages kept coming, one after another.Giana: [I'm sorry.]Giana: [Today I finally understood how it felt when you were driven out.]Giana: [I'm so sorry. Our family owes you a debt. I know that, and I know I can't undo what's already been done.]Giana: [But I want you to know this. Whatever happens. Whether you acknowledge it or not. I will always be your seventh sister.]Giana: [I'll do everything I can to convince Amara to have your name restored to the Chamberlain family tree. Whether you accept it or not, you are one of the Chamberlain family. You are my father's son. You are our brother.]Oscar's brow furrowed.What was Giana trying to do? She couldn't honestly believe the family still had anything to offer him. If not for Arthur, that family and everything it stood for could have sunk to the bottom of the river for all he cared.The family tree? He was going to make history.Oscar: [Stop talking nonsense. Get your head checked.]He sent

"Your life has been extended. You have more time now. I don't want you spending every day carrying hatred. The way I see it, watching a group of women who have never known anything but privilege struggle to survive like ordinary people is punishment enough."Oscar gave no response. His expression remained unreadable.In the end, he rose to his feet. "I'll think about it. Draconox has something that needs my attention today. I have to go. Draconia is yours. If any questions come up, just ask me.""Okay." Rebecca watched him walk out through the gate.The warmth faded from her face the moment he disappeared from view. In its place came something colder. "Don't blame me. They reduced you to that state. I want them to learn what despair really feels like."…While Diana made her way through the wholesale market, the Miller villa gradually filled with guests.Yelena arrived first, followed by the rest of Draconia's leadership in ones and twos until every corner of the living room buz

The room collectively shook its head. Taking on the Chamberlains before had been effortless. They had Draconox behind them then.Now they were barely a step above the old Chamberlain Group themselves. Picking a fight without thinking it through would cost them dearly. On top of that, Rebecca's blanket hostility extended to anyone with the Chamberlain name.What had those people ever done to anyone?There were plenty of people in Silverton with the Chamberlain name.…Diana made her way back along the road with a grain sack nearly as tall as she was strapped to her back. It held every ingredient she had been sent out to buy.Whether by accident or design, the money she had been given ran out almost at the exact moment her shopping was finished.She hadn't asked Giana for spending money before leaving because the job was supposed to include meals. Now she didn't even have enough to rent a bike.Getting the sack itself had required a flushed, embarrassed conversation with one of t