Chapter 50
C
Sloane’s POV
“Is that supposed to shock you?” I shouted. “Well, guess what?}
“I once shoved her into a pit of human waste. Ripped her homework, smashed her cake, tore her dresses to shreds! If murder weren’t illegal, she’d be long dead by now!!
“She deserves it! She deserves to die! Why should she get to live so well?“!
But none of it was true. It was all the kind of thing Brandi did to me.
But if Gunner wanted to believe it, if this was the version of me he needed to hate, then fine. I’d be her.
I’d let him hate me. I wanted to see how far he was really willing to go for
“Sloane, hah, you’re begging to die.”
He turned to one of his men.
“Give me the knife. I’ll do it myself.“}
my half–sister.
The first cut fell, and with it, the very last tear I would
for Gunner.
I swear, no more after this.
That single tear landed on his hand, and I saw it–it shook him.
But not enough.
He kept going. Slash after slash across my skin, cold steel biting into white flesh.
hurt. God, it hurt! I might as well die!!!!
But I didn’t make a sound. My lips were torn from how hard I bit them. Blood filled my mouth.
My sweat soaked through my hair, but my eyes–my eyes stayed dry.
I just kept staring at him. I wanted to see when he would stop.
With every stroke of the blade, my love for him drained out.
By the time he carved the final letter, my love for him was completely gone.
He looked at his work, satisfied. He expected me to beg. To apologize.
But when he looked into my eyes, they had become empty and lifeless. He glanced at the blood on the tip of the knife, his hand trembled, and he threw me to the ground…
As if not looking me in the eye would spare him from guilt.
Using the last of my strength, I stood up. Every movement trembled with pain, but I still pulled what was left of my clothes around me.§ “May I go now, third son of the Carnegies?“}
He gripped the knife tighter. He hadn’t expected this–my calmness.
For some reason, he didn’t dare turn around and face me. He probably didn’t want to see the eyes I now had–utterly still, like a pool of dead water.
I bet it frightened him, so he chose to ignore me.}
I should go to the hospital, but I went home instead.
I didn’t even make it past the front door before I heard my father’s voice.
“I–I don’t mean to offend Mr. Astor. It’s not that we don’t want to agree with his proposal–it’s just that my youngest daughter and the heir of the Carnegies are… very close. We didn’t mean to go back on our word.”
“Maybe we let her sister marry him instead? She’s single, after all.”
I stepped into the room. I was weak and bleeding but upright.”
“Til marry him,” I said. “But I have two conditions.“}
My father turned, stunned. He didn’t expect me to agree.”
“Of course, of course–anything. Just say the word.”
“I want to take the money with me. And I want the company shares in cash and transferred to my account.“@
They didn’t see it coming. I was walking away from the company–Premier Collective.
That was something they wouldn’t have dared dream of. After all, it was the very company my grandmother left to my mother.S
It was worth billions now. My shares alone were worth at least seven billion.!!
Brandi had spent her whole life dreaming of taking it from me. She wanted to be the heiress, a true Bloomberg R
But she and her mother didn’t have the money. Not even close. Well, the Carnegies had, and so Brandi turned to that elite family- especially to their sole heir.
One little pout from her, a few sweet words, and just like that, they agreed. They just needed an hour to get the funds together.
But I knew who was on the other end. It wasn’t the Carnegies sole heir
It was Gunner, the third son.&
*Since Mr. Astor doesn’t like lively occasions like a wedding.” I told the assistant, “I’ll move in tomorrow.”
“Of course. Miss Sloane! Anything you sav. Mr. Astor said it clearly–whatever you say he agrees.”
11:17 AM GO M.
It was Gunner, the third son.
“Since Mr. Astor doesn’t like lively occasions like a wedding,” I told the assistant, “I’ll move in tomorrow.”
“Of course, Miss Sloane! Anything you say. Mr. Astor said it clearly–whatever you say, he agrees.”M
Sloane’s POV
An hour later, the amount corresponding to my company shares reflected on my account. The price it took for Mr. Astor to marry me, too.
I packed only what I needed. Everything else? I told them to throw it out.
The next morning, I went to the company to gather the last of my things.
Gunner was there.
He saw me. My face was pale, but I stood tall.
And somehow, that made him look… less guilty.
But when he saw me packing, he stopped me.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
‘Awesome. After everything he’s done to me, he s
“I have a surprise for you later,” I said.M My voice was light. Almost playful. He hadn’t excited.
He looked afraid.M
has the
Merve to ask.‘
seen me 5
in
so long, it startled him. But when I said the word surprise, he didn’t look
By late afternoon, I glanced at the clock. The perfect time had come.
“Gunner,” I said, “Did you know I loved you for eight years? But now, I-“}
Before I could finish my sentence, his phone rang. He quickly picked it up and left without looking at me.”
No doubt it was Brandi, the only one who could make him run like that.
When I saw Assistant Phil again, he noticed how little I was carrying.
“Miss Sloane, shall we go back and help you with the rest of your luggage?“M
“No need,” I said. “I believe Mr. Astor won’t let me lack anything. What I left behind was trash. Let it rot.” On the way, I tossed out my SIM card.
All the memories attached to it should just die there.}
