Beneath The Contract
She stepped toward Vivianne, looking her up and down with pure, unadulterated disgust.
"You call me a 'billboard girl'? Honey, I can earn millions with just one picture. My net worth is over 5 million, and every single cent is mine," Xielle hissed, her voice dripping with the kind of sarcasm that cut deeper than any blade. "I earn and spend my own fucking money. I don’t rely on a family name that’s currently on life support. You think calling me a billboard girl is a shame? Darling, my face is all over this country because people actually want to look at me. You? People only look at you to see how much of your father’s money you’re wasting today."
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