Two Faces Of A Vengeful Heiress
“Whatever. Just don’t come home crying if you’re not chosen, even if you win.”
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Luna sat at the dining table, having dinner alone. Her laptop was open before her, earpiece plugged in as she watched clips from the Martins home,the only person at home was Austin Martins, busy emptying a bottle of expensive wine.
“Useless as always,” she muttered, shoving a mouthful of rice into her mouth. She was about to close her laptop when Austin’s phone rang.
“Hello? Why are you calling me?” he snapped, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. Luna leaned in, increasing the volume on her earpiece.