Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Laurelle sucks in an appalled gasp as the twins mimic her shocked tone. “Oh, shit,” I say with a cringe, sarcastically placing my hand over my mouth and sucking in a gasp of my own. “I think I cracked my halo.”
Laurelle steps into me and I watch as her hands begin to shake with rage. “You better start packing your things, missy. I’m going to have you out of here so damn fast.”
The twins snicker behind her as my lips pull up into a wicked grin. Maybe the twins weren’t quite forthcoming enough when recapping their stories to their mother. I don’t take kindly to threats. “You see, that’s just the thing,” I tell her. “I may be ‘the help’ but I’m also your son’s girlfriend and seeing as though he owns this property, I guess that kinda makes me the lady of this house. So I guess you’re the one who's going to have to watch herself.”
“You don’t want to start a war with me, young lady.”
“Oh, you see. I think I really do. You’re a crazy bitch who lit her ex-husband on fire and you’re also the bitch who walked out of her son’s life. You didn’t even stay for him after his father died,” I look over her shoulder at her daughters. “None of you did. You all stuck around long enough to see what you could get your hands on. You’re all greedy bitches and the only reason you’re here now is to try and sink your nails into Colton, but guess what? It won’t work.”
Laurelle grins at me, her white stiletto heels making her tower over me. “Oh, really?” she says. “Have you ever met a man who wouldn’t move heaven and earth for his mother? Colton is hurting. He’s still emotional from losing his father and what he needs right now is his mother and trust me when I say, it will only take a click of my fingers to convince him to be through with you. My son is a Carrington. He will not stain the family reputation by being with someone as lowly as you. This is a phase and he will be moving on. Carrington’s don’t associate themselves with trash.”
With that, she steps away and heads for the grand staircase as the twins continue to stare at me. “Now,” she says, looking back over her shoulder and indicating to the massive pile of suitcases. “Be a darling and deliver our belongings to our rooms. I expect dinner at seven and a glass of Moet from Charles' personal cellar.”
She disappears up the stairs and I feel the rage beginning to burn through my veins but bitch one and bitch two aren’t quite finished yet. “Listen here,” the braver of the two says, making me think it must be Cora, considering our past run-ins. “Things are going to change around here. You’re not the fucking princess of the mansion anymore. Bellevue Springs is our town and as of now, we’re taking it back.”
“Mom’s right,” the other says, stepping into me. “You’re done. Especially after the bullshit you pulled at father’s party. We’re taking the mansion, we’re taking the girls, and we’re taking the fucking school. We’re going to make your life a living hell and only once you think you can’t possibly take it any longer, we’re going to destroy you.”
“You can forget about Colton and you can forget about Bellevue Springs,” the bitchier of the two states. “You’re going back to where you came from, slumming it with the other trash. Now, if you don’t mind,” she continues, slapping on a fake smile. “We have to go and tell our beloved big brother how excited we are to be home.”
They run off, skipping up the stairs two at a time with their laughter flowing behind. “Be a darling,” one calls, mimicking their mother. “Fetch our belongings.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
What just happened right now? His bitch mother and bratty twin sisters are back. For good and desperate to make my life a living hell.
Fuck my life. I won’t stand for this. I’m going to run these bitches out of here so damn fast. They won’t take him away from me and if they’re serious about wanting to be in his life for the right reasons, then they’re going to have to get used to the fact that we’re together because I’m not going anywhere.
As for their fucking luggage … they can deal with it themselves. I’m not their personal slave. Fuck them. They got the bags up the first sixty-six steps, I’m sure they can manage the last grand staircase by themselves. Just think how accomplished they’d feel achieving that all by themselves.
I go to walk away when it hits me—how is this going to look to Colton? I want him to see his mother and sisters for the bitches that they are, not me. If he thinks I’m making matters worse, he might just push me away. After all, I can guarantee that his mother is going to be in his ear about finding an appropriate girl to be with and not staining their precious reputation.