The Heiress’s Revenge Chapter 15
I looked at my father. His face had gone white.
“Mom wasn’t an accident. You killed her. Because she found out who switched me at birth. Your mistress. Skylar’s birth mother. You felt sorry for them. So you threw your own daughter into a foster home. Brought your mistress’s child back. Raised her as the Wentworth heiress for twenty-two years.”
My voice was quiet. “Mom wanted to expose you. So you made her death an ‘accident.'”
The hall erupted.
Grandfather closed his eyes. When he opened them, there was only exhaustion. One sentence. “Turn yourself in. Or I’ll send you in.”
My father swayed. Two bodyguards appeared at his sides. Gripped his arms.
“As for you.” Grandfather’s gaze fell on Skylar. “As of today, you are removed from the Wentworth family trust. The lawyers will contact you.”
Skylar collapsed to the floor. “Grandfather, no… I may not be his biological daughter, but my mother and he had something real… Don’t throw me out. I don’t want the inheritance. I won’t take anything from sister. Please…”
Grandfather’s expression didn’t shift. “Skylar. This has nothing to do with blood.”
Skylar went still.
“I gave your mother a chance. I gave you one too. One chance only. Waste it, and it’s gone.”
Skylar crumpled. Couldn’t even cry.
Greyson stepped forward. “Mr. Wentworth. I’ve known Thea for years. I handled things poorly before. Today, as the future heir of Rockwell, I formally ask to marry her.”
Every gaze in the room snapped to him.
Grandfather said nothing. Looked at me. “You decide.”
I drew a breath. “I refuse.”