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He wasn’t even joking.
What?Why would they do that for me?Stupid, Cora, I think.Even death row inmates get a last meal of their choice.Which really doesn’t apply here because I did what I was supposed to do, so no one is dying.I hope.
Still how can I eat in a place like this?Everything is so ridiculously white.If I spill even a drop of ketchup, it’ll look like a crime scene.
As soon as Henry leaves, just as I’m about to emotionally stuff my face, there’s someone else at the door.
It’s Henry again, except this time he’s brought two guests with him.
“Ms.Cora.I thought you might be happy to see your sisters.”
My sisters?
“Oh, she’s very happy to see us, aren’t you, Sis?”
And just like that, my world falls apart.
Frozen to the spot my gaze takes in the two women who work their way into the penthouse that belongs to the new heads of the Nix Consortium.
Cynthia and Summer Anderson.Their beauty is so sublime, they could be supermodels.Perfect with flawless skin, hidden because not every man has the privilege to look at them, they are the envy of the world.The prized Anderson daughters who would make the most beautiful brides in the world.
But I know the real them.Behind closed doors, they’re mean and spiteful and won’t hesitate to kick you when you’re down.I know this firsthand.
They refer to their beauty as pulchritudinous and believes it gives them the right over everyone...mostly me.I’m their Cinderella.
Except, I don’t have any sisters...
The truth is Pierre Anderson is not my father.I am not one of his daughters.
I’ve been lying this entire time.
Chapter Eighteen
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