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I hadn’t expected Nicolas to push so hard–especially not with both masters present. But even with Andrew and Shay standing here, he still refused to back down.
I scoffed inwardly. Nowonder
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“As far as I know,” Shay said coolly, brow raised, “it was your daughter who initiated this entire situation. And I don’t think you’re the kind of
Man who can’t let go of something so small, are you, Mr. Sullivan? Let’s put this matter to rest.”
Nicolas clearly wasn’t satisfied, but with two of the most influential figures in Rivemon standing in front of him, he had no choice. He gave me one last venomous glare and stood to leave.
“Thank you, Shay,” I said softly, finally exhaling once Nicolas disappeared out the door.
Yvette’s POV:
After a long day at work, I dragged myself home–exhausted.
But the moment I opened the door, I was met with the one person I least wanted to see: my older brother, Elliot.
He stood in the entryway, arms crossed and entitled as ever. “Give me money,” he said flatly.
I ignored him and tried to walk past, but he stepped in front of me, blocking the way.
“You’re giving it to me today whether you like it or not,” he said, voice rising.
I honestly wanted to slap him. Elliot did nothing but mooch off our parents, and now me. Lately, he’d been getting bolder–asking for more and more money like it was owed to him.
“What for this time?”
“To buy oil supplies, obviously. I already asked Mom and Dad. They said yes.”
I clenched my jaw. “Your so–called hobbies have nothing to do with me. If you want something, buy it yourself.”
“Nope.” He grabbed my wrist when I tried to walk away.
“Let go of me!” I twisted free, snapping at him. “I barely make enough to support myself. And you’re burning through it like it’s pocket change!”
“Burning it?” Elliot sneered. “I’m building my career, thank you. You work for Starplay Entertainment, don’t you? Everyone knows they pay well. You expect me to believe you don’t have money?”
I shot him a withering glare. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t waste a cent on you. You want paint? Buy your own damn paint.”
I turned to leave again, but Elliot yanked me back hard.
“You’re saying no?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
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He suddenly wrapped his arm around my neck, choking me.
“You either give me the money, or you’ll regret it,” he hissed.
“I don’t care if you kill me. You’re not getting a dime.” I gasped, barely able to breathe, but still not backing down.
Elliot hadn’t expected me to resist this hard. But he was too used to leeching off others to care.
“Fine, you won’t give it to me? Just wait.” He spat, then stormed off to our parents‘ room.
I groaned. This was his usual move–get them involved, and suddenly I’m the bad guy.
Sure enough, minutes later, my parents came out, both glaring daggers at me while Elliot smirked behind them.
“You ungrateful brat,” Mom snapped, pointing straight at my nose. “Elliot needs paint and you won’t help him? This is how you repay us for raising you?”
I looked down and muttered, “It’s just … That stuff is really expensive …
“Oh, now you’re crying poor?” she spat. “You work for a big company now. What’s a few hundred bucks to you? Your brother’s going places–he’s getting recognition in the art world! You’d rather let that go to waste than lift a finger to help?”
I felt my throat tighten. My eyes stung.
Elliot’s so–called “art career” was just smoke and mirrors. If anything, he was good at sweet–talking, not painting.
And yet, Mom kept shouting at me–until a knock sounded at the front door.
“Get back to your room. You’re embarrassing.” She shoved me hard and slammed the door behind me.
Rosaline’s POV:
I had a few documents to drop off for Yvette, so I stopped by her house after work.
To my surprise, it was her mother, Margaret Rowan, who answered the door–her face tense, like she’d just been screaming at someone.
“Good evening, Mrs. Rowan,” I said politely. “I’m Rosaline–Yvette’s supervisor. Is she home?”
The moment I said my name, Margaret’s expression flipped. She put on her best polite smile.
“Oh, yes, yes. She’s just in her room.”
She led me to the door, then excused herself.
The second I walked in, I heard soft sobbing.
“What happened?” I rushed to her side, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder.
“Rosie…” she whimpered as she looked up at me, barely holding it together. “My brother … He asked me for
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money to buy oil paint. I told him no. Now my parents are calling me ungrateful. They’re so mad
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My expression darkened. I’d done a quiet background check on Yvette a while back. I knew her family was strict and heavily biased toward her brother–but seeing it with my own eyes still made my stomach turn
Her parents constantly belittled her, treated her like she owed them everything, while her brother–lazy. entitled Elliot—got whatever he wanted.
No wonder Yvette was always so timid. She’d been raised in a house that crushed her confidence.
I’d hoped the rumors were exaggerated. But, they weren’t.
“Stop crying,” I said gently, patting her shoulder. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Really?” She sniffled.
