Keira’s POV Victoria Wayland was someone who I had never gotten along with back when Vivienne and I were younger, Vivienne would often bring her home, and during those times, I would often find myself confined to my room. Not because I was forced, but because that was the only way I could safeguard myself from her. She was a Wayland, which meant she was powerful, at least more powerful than the Ashfords. But now things are different. I was, at least in status, going to be higher in hierarchy than her. Her expression after I replied had not been pleasant. Her nose scrunched up with disdain leaking from her pores. “I never knew you could afford this place,” she kept her tone as disgusted as she could. The girls behind her giggled, a gaggle that made my ears weep. I kept my expression and tone stoic. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Victoria,” I replied. Just then the sales attendant returned with the POS machine. “Your card, Miss,” she said politely. I handed the black c
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