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Over and over it sounded, but I didn’t care.

The playlist began again, and I screamed along with the rage-filled lyrics.

“I don’t give a damn about my?—”

Before the word reputation exited my mouth, Lucian broke down the door.

He stared at me and the destruction around.

This was it. This was my moment to prove to myself that I had what it took to see this through.

With my chin held high, I stared him down. “What do you want?”

CHAPTER 30

LUCIAN

Slowly, keeping my rage tightly under control, I walked into the bedroom to survey the damage.

Stella had been home for an hour and a half, according to Hamilton.

In that time, she had managed to destroy everything in the room.

“Get out!” I yelled, staring at Stella.

She made a move like she was going to go around me, and I stopped her. “Not you. You stay exactly where you are.”

I turned behind me and saw the rest of the staff still at what remained of the doorway. “I said get out.”

Immediately they all left, except for Hamilton. He stood there, giving Stella a smug smirk. He and I would have a conversation about that later.

“Now,” I repeated, and it took Hamilton a good moment to realize that I was speaking to him. His face paled as he straightened, turned on his heel, and left.

If there were still a door there, I’d close it to keep him from eavesdropping.

But Stella had made that impossible.

I turned to face her and the absolute destruction of the room, as well as her new pink haircut and the addition of a diamond-encrusted hoop in her nose.

“Would you like to explain what happened here?”

“What do you think happened?”

“I think I increased your pocket money, and instead of being grateful, you threw a fit like a twelve-year-old, dying your hair, getting your nose pierced, and then destroying everything.”

Feathers floating down from the ceiling fan caught my attention.

She had actually busted either the comforter or the pillows, probably both, judging by the sheer number of feathers blanketing the destruction. “Why? Don’t most girls go through this rebellious phase much earlier?”

“Because I thought maybe if I weren’t your perfect little trophy wife, you wouldn’t want to marry me. That maybe if I ruined this perfect little girl that you decided to steal from, that maybe my father’s money wouldn’t be worth having to put up with me.”

“Having to put up with you? Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“Isn’t it? The only reason I’m here is because you want my father’s money, and you thought, why not fuck his daughter at the same time. The only reason I’m here is because he died, and you saw an opportunity to add to your immense wealth.”

“You think the only reason you’re here is because of your father’s money? I thought you were smarter than that.”

I was actually a little dumbfounded and very insulted.

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