The Heiress’s Revenge Chapter 04
Ten-thirty. Outside Wentworth Group’s private hospital.
I’d just finished getting my dislocated wrist treated. Two familiar cars pulled up.
Greyson helped Skylar out. A tiny band-aid on her fingertip. She walked like every step hurt, brows knit. Jasper and Dax climbed out of the second car.
“Sister?” She saw me. Her lashes fluttered. Her gaze dropped to my sling. “What happened to you?”
Greyson looked up. His eyes caught the bandage. A flicker. Barely there.
Jasper stood beside Skylar, mouth a flat line. Dax leaned against the car door, hands in his pockets, watching.
“Dislocation,” I said. Short. Started to walk past.
“Sister.” Skylar’s voice came out breathy. “Father says your wedding’s in three days?”
The air went still.
Greyson’s face hardened. “Three days?” His voice was ice. “Thea. What the hell are you playing at? When did I agree to marriage?”
I stood in the shadow. Silent. Less than an hour since my father’s study. Skylar already knew. And had “accidentally” told exactly the right person.
“Greyson, I…” Skylar’s eyes welled up. “If you and sister are really getting married… I’ll bless you both.” She dropped her head. One perfect tear slid down. “I just… didn’t think it would be so soon.”
Greyson’s jaw tightened. He turned to Jasper and Dax. “Take Skylar inside first. Her cut shouldn’t get infected.”
Jasper nodded. Stepped forward.
Dax snorted, voice dragging slow. “We’ll take perfect care of Miss Skylar. As for you, Greyson…”
He paused. His gaze skimmed over me, weightless. “Better watch yourself. Someone dislocated her wrist at the gala and waited till now to get it treated. Might be cooking up something nasty.”
Greyson’s brow furrowed.
He waited until they disappeared through the doors. Then walked toward me.
His eyes landed on the stark white sling. Held for maybe two seconds.
Didn’t ask how I got hurt.
“Your father doesn’t leak unconfirmed intel.” His voice came out flat, cold. “Thea. Don’t play games with me.”
I looked down at my right arm. Strapped across my chest.
Suddenly, the injury felt almost worth it. At least it made one thing clear. Some people scrape a finger and three men come running. Someone else breaks a bone and no one even asks.
I lifted my eyes. “Is this your business?”
“My business?” He nearly laughed. Gripped my chin. Forced my head up. “You’re my woman. All of Boston knows it. Now you’re pulling a three-day wedding deadline out of nowhere. What am I? Hm?” Warning flickered in his eyes. “Cancel it. Hold a press conference if you have to. Publicly clarify it was a rumor. I’ll forget this ever happened.”
“And if it’s not a rumor?”
His fingers tightened. “Thea.” His voice dropped. “Don’t test my patience. I’m not a piece on your board. If you don’t want this to end, don’t pull this crap.”
“Then let’s end it.”
Silence. Dead quiet.
Greyson stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
He knew me too well. He knew my methods. He knew my calculations. Because he’d taught me most of them.