Chapter 7
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Sean dodged the “kept man” label like it was the plague. Ever since his company took off, he’d been obsessed with his image, determined to look as successful and confident as he felt.
Trailing right behind him was Hailey, rocking a fiery red spaghetti–strap dress, her auburn curls cascading down like a waterfall. With her perfect makeup, she looked like a rose in full bloom, turning every head in the room.
In stark contrast, Alyssa, with her bare face and simple black dress, looked plain–almost cold and severe.
The second Sean stepped into the house, Megan’s face lit up with a smug grin. She quickly pulled out her phone, sneaking into a group video call with her friends.
As soon as the call connected, she practically bounced over to Sean, grabbing his arm and launching into her well–rehearsed rant. “Sean, while you and Mom were away, Alyssa was a total bitch to me. Today was my birthday, and I wanted to have some friends over, but she refused to cook and even yelled at me. Look at her outfit! God knows if she’s planning to sneak off and hook up with someone or whatever.”
Sean’s expression darkened instantly. He turned to Alyssa, his brow furrowed, voice sharp with irritation. “What the hell are you doing?”
Alyssa shot back with a cold laugh. “What the hell am I doing? Nothing at all.”
“Nothing? Then why won’t you cook?” Sean’s tone was laced with entitlement, like it was obvious she should be the one doing the cooking.
“Got a problem with that? What, am I the maid in this house?” Alyssa fired back, her voice steady and defiant.
Sean rubbed his temples, sounding exhausted and annoyed. “Alyssa, do you have any idea how fucking swamped I am with work right now? I’m busting my ass every day, and you’re still giving me shit?”
Alyssa’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Giving you shit? Just because I don’t want to play housemaid? What’s the deal, your mom and sister forget how to use their hands? You think I’m the only one who can cook? What did they do when I wasn’t around, starve?”
Sean looked at her, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. “So, you’re pissed just because I haven’t been home to eat with y I’m here today to celebrate Megan’s birthday. Just go make the damn food.”
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Alyssa’s expression didn’t change, her voice was ice–cold. “I’m not in the mood to play servant. With that, she grabbed her bag, slipped on her shoes, and headed for the door without a backward glance.
Sean’s brow furrowed in irritation. He’d thought giving in a little might calm things down, but her over–the–top reaction had completely blindsided him.
Inwardly, he scoffed. ‘Seriously? Is this just her way of guilting me into spending more time with her? Not a chance. If give in now, she’ll pull this crap every damn time‘
He settled back on the sofa, his stare cold and cutting. “Alyssa,” he drawled. “With that kind of attitude, how the hell do you think you’re wife material? Why would I even consider marrying you?”
He knew his words hit the bullseye. Deep down, he was convinced she was dying to be his wife–so much so that she’d do anything he said just to make it happen.
Alyssa stopped dead in her tracks, her back going rigid. A satisfied grin tugged at Sean’s lips; he knew she wouldn’t dare walk away from him.
He lounged back, eyes cool and expectant, waiting for her to turn around and beg for forgiveness.
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Meanwhile, Megan, practically beaming with glee, announced to her friends on the video call. “Don’t forget to record this! Just wait till she comes crawling back, begging my brother to forgive her. It’s gonna be priceless, like a little puppy wagging its tail for scraps.”
Hailey, standing nearby, seemed uninterested but discreetly pulled out her phone and started recording too. She had plans of her own: to capture every humiliating second of Alyssa’s plea and spread it all over the internet.
She wanted the whole world to see just how low the former Dawson heiress had sunk. And even better, she’d send it straight. to Mateo’s old friends, to show them how Alyssa had tossed aside her own father’s memorial day–all for some twisted love
affair.
Hailey plotted further, hoping Alyssa would get so wrapped up in planning Megan’s birthday party today that she’d completely skip honoring Mateo.
That would be the perfect shot, the one she could send to everyone who’d ever believed in Alyssa, making sure they all saw what a disgrace she’d become–and leaving her with no one to turn to, ever again.
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