A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas
Heather stood in front of us, barefoot, hair messy but intentional, wrapped in a white silk robe that screamed, I’m rich, and I’m over it.
Her eyes were sharp, guarded, and colder than ice.
“Who are you and what the hell do you want?” she asked flatly, eyes flicking between the two of us like we were already boring her.
I took a step forward, smoothing the nerves from my voice. “I’m Lauren, this is Vanessa. We’re from Storm. We’re covering your story…”
“Not my story,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “A rumor.”
“We’d like to give you the chance to speak on it before anyone else does,” I said calmly.
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