One swing after another
Soon, millions of dollars worth of antique vases became scattered wreckage.
Frank rushed over to steady me.
“Careful, miss. Don’t cut yourself on these worthless pieces.”
I nodded, snapping photos of the vase corpses to send Marcus.
[Didn’t buy enough. Can’t hear the crash. Get more next time.]
Marcus didn’t reply but video called me.]
Wendy’s smug face filled the screen.
“What? Disappointed to see me?”
“I should thank you actually. If not for you, I never would’ve moved into Marcus’s mansion. He didn’t dump me after the miscarriage–he’s even more devoted because of the guilt.“]
“I heard those gynecology specialists were flown in from overseas just for you. You can’t sleep without IVF treatments, so now you’re smashing bottles when you can’t sleep?”
She fake–yawned, showing off the hickeys covering her chest.[]
“Sorry, can’t chat. Marcus says he’s gonna make it up to me tonight.“]
“Miss Steele, you’re as filthy as the rumors say. No wonder he’s disgusted by you.“[]
I curved my lips.]
“Really? Too bad clean girls don’t last long in the Steele family.”
Frank heard and looked murderous.[]
“Miss, let me send someone to teach her a lesson. Don’t worry–it’ll be clean.“]
I waved him off, swinging on the porch swing.
“No need. She’s just a kid.”
“I’ve already prepared a big gift for her.“]
If she was smart, she’d figure out who to mess with and who to avoid.
If she wasn’t smart, I didn’t mind teaching her.
A month passed without Marcus setting foot in the house.
I knew he loved collecting, so I got myself an auction ticket.
At the event, we ran into each other.]]
Wendy clung to Marcus’s arm, eyes smug
“Miss Steele, what a coincidence. What brings you here?“]
“Did you hear there’s a gift for you tonight?“]
I leaned back in my chair, tone casual
“What’s up? Did you knock up again after just a month?“]
Her smile froze, eyes instantly welling up.
Marcus glared at me:
“Reagan, enough.”
“You’re searing her.”
Talmost laughed.
When I was five months pregnant, taking out his enemies, dozens of people died.[]
He saw the corpses and just praised my work]
Never said I might be scared.]
I stared at him, voice soft:]]
“You here to restock? Makes sense. The house collection got smashed–pretty empty now.“]
Marcus’s expression froze as he looked at Wendy.[]
She stammered, finally admitting she saw photos of the smashed antiques.[]
“They looked like worthless old pots, so I deleted them for you.“]
Marcus’s face went cold, but seeing Wendy’s hurt expression, he softened his voice.
“Don’t make decisions for me next time.”
After a dozen lots, we reached the grand finale.]
Snap–the lights dimmed.]
The screen displayed 365 intimate photos of Wendy, every possible angle covered.]
The girl’s scream pierced the ceiling.
“AHHHHH||
“How are these here?!”
Marcus kicked down the door the next second.]
“Reagan, delete those photos!“]
I looked up, signaling the auctioneer.
“Sorry sir, these are tonight’s lot. You’ll need to pay to handle them yourself. Starting bid: two million.”
My fingers drummed the table as I savored his expression.]
Fury, frustration, hatred–but no guilt.
“You’ve gone too fucking far this timer
“She’s just a kid“]]
I beamed innocently.
“So what do you suggest? They’re already up. My bid’s ten million. You in?”]
“Otherwise… can’t guarantee where these photos might end up.”
Marcus stormed out, every movement screaming rage
