Chapter 47
Chapter 47
“I hired thirty divers to comb through that muddy riverbed for half a month.” Nicolas pulled out the ring, examining its intricate details with appreciation.
“Really brilliant design work. I showed this to Maëlys once-she said whoever created this was a genius.”
He sounded completely serious, but Rachel felt like she’d been hit with ice water.
Only now did she realize just how insane Nicolas actually was.
Who the hell goes diving for someone’s thrown-away engagement ring?
And then erases the original name to carve in their own!
Like… like they were the ones getting married.
“Nicolas.” Rachel tried to get through to him, hoping to find some trace of sanity.
But she was kidding herself-Nicolas was perfectly clear-headed. When he heard her voice, he turned with
completely calm eyes.
“I…” she started, “I need to go back to the house.”
Nicolas’s expression darkened, clearly not thrilled with the idea.
Rachel sighed, explaining: “I left in such a rush-there’s a bunch of stuff I need to get.”
Worried he wouldn’t buy it, she quickly added: “Important documents, IDs, that kind of thing. I have to go
back for them.”
It wasn’t that Nicolas didn’t trust her-he’d never tried to control her movements. He just didn’t want her getting hurt going back there,
“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” Rachel tried to reassure him.
“Fine.” Nicolas gave in reluctantly,
What choice did he have? He was completely wrapped around her finger.
Rachel stood outside the Leroix mansion gates. After all this time, coming back felt like visiting a different planet.
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Before, even though she’d hated the family, there had been someone there who cared about her return. Now
that person was gone.
Her fingerprint still worked on the gate-apparently they hadn’t completely cut her off yet. Inside though, the place was dead quiet.
She didn’t think much of it. Having nobody around would actually make this easier.
But the second she got to her old room, a maid appeared, knocking softly: “Miss Rachel, your father’s waiting
in his study.”
The study reeked of cigarette smoke so thick it made her want to cough.
David stood at the windows with his back to her, fidgeting with some jade ring while cigarette butts littered the floor. Guy had obviously been chain-smoking since before she got there.
Rachel shut the door behind her.
Neither of them said anything. The silence was suffocating.
She stared at the crushed butts on the carpet, not sure what to feel.
“Look who decided to show up.” David finally turned around, his ring clicking against the glass.
“Just getting my stuff, then I’m gone.” She clutched her ID in her pocket. That’s all she’d come for-documents and some files on her flash drives.
Mission accomplished. Time to bounce.
“You’re really doing this? Just… leaving?” David sounded almost uncertain.
“Yep. I’ve got my own life to live.”
“Your own life?” David laughed like she’d told the world’s best joke, his mouth twisting into something ugly.
Then suddenly he exploded, grabbing a crystal ashtray and hurling it at her head. The thing whistled past her ear and shattered against the wall, glass flying everywhere.
“Think you’re too good for this family now, is that it?!” He looked ready to murder her.
Rachel bent down and picked up a glass shard, letting the sharp edge slice her fingertip: “You said the exact same thing when you sent me to prison.”
Blood dripped into the pile of ash and cigarette butts, disappearing completely.
Her voice was way too calm compared to his rage. The calmer she got, the angrier he became.
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The air felt frozen. Veins were popping out on David’s forehead.
He yanked open a desk drawer and pulled out a thick stack of papers, slamming them down.
Rachel’s eyes went wide-her old design sketches!
“Think you can make something of yourself with these pathetic ‘dreams’?” David threw the whole stack at her, papers flying everywhere like confetti.
When are you gonna learn that jewelry designers are just glorified decorators to people with real money!”
Rachel actually laughed, blood from her cut finger dripping steadily onto the floor: “Then why’d you keep all ny designs?”
he really hit that word hard: “Figure out that Sophie can’t actually create anything worth a damn? So you’ve een stealing my work, selling knockoffs for years!”
David’s face went purple: “Who the hell do you think you are? Without this family, you’re nobody! Your little
rawings only mattered because of the Leroix name!”
achel’s laugh turned cold and sharp: “The Leroix name? Dad, did you forget my ‘Tears of the Stars’ piece von international awards? Don’t remember the family name doing much for me then.”
David slammed his fist on the desk so hard the whole room shook: “That was a fluke! You think your nediocre talent can actually make it in the real world? Wake up!”
achel didn’t flinch, staring him down: “I’ll find out for myself. But maybe you should ask yourself why ophie’s work never measures up to mine. Why she can only stay relevant by ripping off my designs.”
David was shaking with rage, pointing right at her face: “You ungrateful little bitch! We fed and housed you or years-this is how you pay us back? This is how you treat family?”
Family?” Rachel’s voice turned to ice: “My family’s been dead for years! Died the day they threw me in
rison!”
That did it. David’s hand cracked across her face so hard she stumbled backward, knocking over a lamp.
Lock her in her room! She doesn’t leave without my say so!” he screamed toward the door.
Two staff members burst in, grabbing Rachel’s arms and dragging her out.
‘Let go of me!” Rachel fought like hell, but she was outnumbered and still weak. These women were built like linebackers-no way she was breaking free.
They shoved her into her old bedroom, making her stumble.
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She quickly caught her balance and spun around, but they’d already slammed the door shut. Through the
crack, she caught a glimpse of their blank, emotionless faces.
She was trapped.
