Sophie’s POV
"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!" I scread, watching my pathetic excuse for a sister writhing on the floor in pain. Her arm hung at an awkward angle, clearly dislocated. Served her right. "What the hell did you do at the jewelry season opening?"
I’d been lounging in my bedroom, enjoying a rare mont of peace when all hell broke loose in our rented apartnt. Now Ivy was sprawled on the floor like trash while Blackwood’s security goons ransacked our place.
"Sophie, help !" Ivy crawled toward like so desperate animal, her makeup sared across her face.
I jumped back instantly. "Don’t you DARE touch !" The last thing I needed was her grabbing onto my designer skirt with those grubby hands.
The security team’s leader, a stone-faced man in a black suit, barely spared a glance. "Mr. Blackwood has instructed us to escort both of you out of New York. Imdiately."
"What?" I forced my most innocent expression. "There must be so mistake. Why would Ryan want to leave? What does this have to do with ?"
The security team ignored my performance, bulldozing into our bedrooms and throwing our belongings into suitcases with zero regard for organization. My designer clothes were being manhandled like cheap rags!
"Wait! Those are Chanel!" I protested as a hulking guard stuffed my blouses into a bag.
"Take your things and leave New York," the leader repeated, dropping the hastily packed suitcases at our feet. "Mr. Blackwood was very clear."
Ivy started trembling, her eyes burning with hatred. "Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he own New York now? He’s already thrown out once—why again?"
I stepped away from my sister, seeing my chance for a clean break from this disaster. "Look," I said sweetly to the security leader, "I have absolutely no idea what my sister has done. Ryan already asked to leave the company, but surely he wouldn’t be so cruel as to banish from the entire city?"
Ivy’s head snapped toward , her mouth hanging open. "Sophie, what the hell? You HELPED get into that jewelry event! You gave your invitation!"
I narrowed my eyes, my voice ice-cold. "Don’t drag into your ss. I haven’t left this apartnt in days. Whatever stupid stunt you pulled, you did it on your own."
"Looking at your state," I added with a disgusted glance at her disheveled appearance, "you clearly fucked up spectacularly. If Ryan wants you gone, then LEAVE. As of now, I don’t have a sister anymore."
The shock on Ivy’s face quickly morphed into pure hatred. With a shriek, she lunged at . "You backstabbing BITCH!"
Ivy scread, yanking a fistful of my hair."You never deserved to be my sister!"
I slapped her across the face, hard enough to leave a red mark. "And you never deserved ANYTHING I gave you! Ungrateful little parasite!"
Suddenly, soone knocked on a nearby table. We both froze mid-fight, looking up to see Serena standing there with a small, satisfied smile.
"Don’t stop on my account, ladies. This is quite the show."
Ivy imdiately broke free from my grip and lunged toward Serena, her face contorted with rage. "You ho-wrecking BITCH! You dare show up here?"
Before she could reach Serena, one of the guards intercepted her. With a simple twist and push, he dislocated Ivy’s arm. Her scream was piercing.
I seized the opportunity to fix my appearance, smoothing down my blouse and attempting to ta my hair. Even in this humiliating situation, I refused to look defeated in front of Serena Quinn.
"What do you want?" I spat. "If you think you can force out of New York, you’re mistaken. Unless Ryan tells to my face, I’m not going anywhere. You an NOTHING to ."
Serena ignored my question completely, calmly taking a seat as if she owned the place. Her eyes fixed on Ivy.
"I have a simple question, Ivy. Was today’s little stunt entirely your idea? Or did soone else help you plan it?"
Ivy clutched her injured arm, her face pale with pain but her eyes still burning with hatred.
"What’s the point of asking? You’ve won, haven’t you? You’ve bewitched Ryan and stolen him from us. Are you here to gloat over your victory?"
Serena’s smile disappeared, replaced by an icy coldness that even made shiver.
"Ivy Hart, have you already forgotten everything you’ve done? When my life was in danger, you answered my desperate call for help, and if I hadn’t been lucky, I’d be nothing but a ghost now."
She turned to face . "And you’ve been letting your sister use your na to seduce Ryan. Did you know about that, Sophie?"
My blood ran cold. I grabbed Ivy by her collar with such force that she winced in pain. "You did WHAT? You tried to sleep with Ryan using MY na?"
Ivy spat in my face, literally spat. "Oh, like you’re so innocent? When Ryan failed to beco CEO years ago, you faked your own death and ran off to marry so rich old man overseas! Have you forgotten THAT, dear sister?"
I felt my face drain of color. "Shut your filthy mouth! That’s not true!"
"Don’t pretend with !" Ivy scread. "I’m your sister! I know EXACTLY who you are!"
Serena let out a soft laugh. "Faking your death? Marrying a rich old man? This is fascinating." She nodded to one of her guards, who moved to separate us. "Ivy, why don’t you elaborate? If you tell everything, I’ll have soone fix that arm for you."
I tried to intimidate Ivy with my fiercest glare. "Don’t you dare say another word!"
But Ivy was beyond caring. Her eyes glead with malice as she stared back at .
"You abandoned , Sophie. You threw under the bus. So why should I protect your secrets anymore?"
She turned to Serena with a twisted smile that promised nothing but destruction—for both of us.
"You want the truth about Sophie Hart? Let tell you EVERYTHING..."
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