NovelBookChapter 46 Chapter 46 Brooklyn Well, Louisa hatesalready. That much is clear.
I guess it must be hard, living in my mother's shadow.
I think about the way Remington reacted when he metthe other night. The way he spoke of my mother.
He has never gotten over her, not for a second.
And Louisa must know it, with every fiber of her being.
Feeling almost bad for her, I do my best to give them all a smile as I lower myself awkwardly into a chair by the coffee table.
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My gaze drifts to a silver tea set on a side table it. I can't help but stare at it.
"Oh my god," I say, leaning in close to get a better look. "I remember this. There's a little dent..." I turn the sugar bowl halfway round and, indeed, there it is. Right on the rim.
"That is quite a memory you have, Brooklyn," Remington says, clearly pleased. "You loved this tea set. You'd bring it out and arrange all your teddy bears around it. It was adorable." But Louisa goes stiff in her seat.
"Yes, well," she says, shifting uncomfortably. "If someone would letreplace it, it wouldn't be dented..." "Oh no," I say without thinking, looking up at them all. "It's such a beautiful set. You can't possibly-" "Well, if you're so fond of it," she says, her voice dripping with disgust as she glares at me, "you shall take it with you when you go." I bite my lip. When you go. I bet she'd love it if I left right now.
I bet she'd be even happier if I'd never shown up at all. Tonight, or ever.
"In fact," she goes on, gesturing all around the room. "I guess all of this is yours now. So you should take it with you, too. Thank you so much for graciously lettinglive among your inheritance for so many years.
"I" I start, but then I fade off, not knowing what to say.
My inheritance? What is she talking about? "Louisa," Remington warns, leaning back in his chair, his voice low.
"What?" she says, turning to him. "Am I incorrect? Now that your first-born has returned, has been recognized by you, everything belongs to her. She is the Alpha's daughter, is she not?" Remington sighs. "You know it's more complicated than that." "Oh please," Louisa huffs. "Just look at her, already prowling around the house, inspecting it like it's hers." My eyes blaze. How dare she? She turns her cold eyes on me. "Will you wait until his body is cold before you cand claim it? Or will you turnout before the funeral?" My mouth falls open as I look between them, my eyes finally settling on little Logan, who looks about ready to bolt.
Oh god, poor kid. Is this his life every day? "I'm not here for my inheritance," I try to convince her. "I didn't even know..." I shake my head. "Weeks ago, I didn't even know this man was my father." "But you sure as hell do now," Louisa hisses, standing up and clutching the baby to her chest.
"Louisa," Remington says, raising his voice, the rage growing in him. "You will sit, and you will treat my daughter with respect.
Louisa is caught. She has to obey him, as her Alpha. She can't avoid it.
But she is going to fight it.
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"Your daughter?!" she says, appalled.
Then holds the baby out towards him, right at his eye level. "This is" your daughter. The one whose rights you are stripping to give to that girl who hasn't spent more than ten minutes with you in her entire life!" I open my mouth to say something, but Logan shakes his head fervently at me, warningagainst it.
I am here against my will, I want to tell Louisa. I am here as part of an agreement. I am here to save my father's life. The father who actually cared forall these years. Instead, I close my mouth. I trust Logan, and I don't want to put him in a worse position than he's in right now.
My father and stepmother proceed to get into a blow-out fight, screaming at each other, flinging insults and accusations left and right.
Remington lifts his hand once in threat against his wife, and in response Louisa picks up a music box, hurling it at his face.
He dodges, but as soon as it crashes against the wall, Logan flees from the room and one of my guards wraps his hand around my upper arm. What an absolute disaster.
"Tto go," Joshua says, givinga little tug.
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