The cost

Kirsten shot to her feet, her voice crackling with anger. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mia! What makes you think you can punish us? Remember how you were thrown out before!”

Mia’s smile halted, her eyes narrowing into a sardonic gaze as she lounged back on the sofa, utterly unbothered. “Are you sure you want to go down

that road?”

“Of course, 1— Kirsten’s furious retort was cut short by the sharp crack of a slap. Her head snapped to the side, eyes wide in shock. But it wasn’t Mis who’d struck her. It was Eliot, who silently retreated to Mia’s side after delivering the blow.

Mia slightly squinted her eyes. “Apologies, my assistant doesn’t know his own strength. That must’ve hurt, but it seems pretty fitting for someone as shameless as you”

That slap had Kirsten seething, eyes wild with rage as she lunged at Mia. “Mia, how dare you let your lackey hit met I’ll have Grandpa throw you out again.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

When she heard this, Mia’s reply was laced with mockery, “Still don’t get it, do you? Kirsten, just stop being so ridiculously stupid. Grandpa invited me back to take charge of the family, I didn’t have to beg my way back. Got that?”

“You? Invited! Impossible!” Kirsten choked out, her voice faltering. She turned to David and Ivan, wanting to seek confirmation, but their silence was a dead giveaway. The truth hit her like a brick wall. What began as an inquisition quickly demonstrated Mia’s reignited dominance in the Reed family,

Mis surveyed the frustrated trio, their frustration and confusion almost pitiful. She stood, preparing to leave. However, Karsten wasn’t done yet. “Wait! How did you warm your way into the Blackwoods? Explain yourself. How could someone like Matthew ever choose your

Mis paused, turning to gaze down at Kirsten with a cold, patronizing stare, her eyes flickering with disdain and irony that only fueled Kirsten’s annoyance. Once upon a time, Kinuten had followed Mia’s lead like a loyal puppy, but those days were long gone. All that remained were bitter memories of how David and his family had kicked her when she was down

“Kirsten,” Mia said softly, her voice carrying an eerie calmness, Tcould forgive the past, but remember, your good days are now behind you.”

Kirsten stomped her foot, indignant. “You! You! But she halted before she could curse out loud, covering her face tightly under the sharp gaze of Elso I wasn’t fear that silenced her, but Elior’s authority. He had served Login for years and carried a weight that demanded respect. If not for thur, Kirsten’s fery spirit would not have so easily subsided

But ber silence didn’t last long. Half an hour later, Kirsten’s voice was hoarse from screaming as she watched her luxurious collection and designer bags being tossed from the second floor like trash under Mia’s orders.

And it wasn’t just Kirsten’s belongings. David and Ivan’s possessions were also thrown out without mercy. Watching his prized antique watches scatter on the ground made David’s face contort with barely contained rage.

“Clear out these rooms and replace everything Mia commanded, not even sparing a glance at the seething trio. “I can’t stand filth. It’s time for a proper clean–up.”

Kirsten screamed in rage, “Who do you think you are? Sure, Grandpa put you in charge of the family, but why make a fuss? I’ve lived in this room for five years. How dare you throw out my belongings?”

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