I reached for my neck. My hand came back covered in blood.
"Bill…"
I lunged for the necklace, but he shoved me back hard.
He placed it in Vivien's hands.
"Anything you want, Viv—I'll get it for you. Doesn't matter what it is. Doesn't matter whose it is."
"Thank you, Billy…"
Vivien nestled against him and turned the necklace over, examining it, then wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Ugh, what a piece of trash. Billy, I don't even want it…"
Before the words had fully left her mouth, she tossed the necklace to the floor and raised her heel high.
"No…!"
I stumbled toward it,
but I was already too late.
Vivien's stiletto came down on the necklace and ground into it without mercy.
My mother's photo inside it, and the Sanchez heir verification chip—Vivien crushed them both to pieces under her heel.
I staggered forward and dropped to my knees, gathering the shattered pieces off the floor one by one, then fixed my eyes on Vivien's smug face.
"You animal!"
"You're dead for breaking that necklace!"
"Dead?"
Bill's mocking laugh came from above me.
He stepped closer and seized my chin.
"Melinda, you really don't know your place anymore, do you? Don't think you can talk like that just because this is the Sanchez family's house."
"Let me remind you—if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have even made it through the door tonight."
"Exactly…"
Vivien walked up, hand on her waist, looking down at me with open contempt.
"Sis, I've been overseas for years, but even I know—ever since that stupid mother of yours died, you don't have an ounce of standing left in the Sanchez family…"
Crack!!
Before she could finish, my palm had already landed hard across her face.
"You don't get to say a word about my mother!"
I raised my hand again,
but this time, before it could reach Vivien's cheek,
a scorching grip clamped around my wrist.
Then the hand wrenched me sideways, and I was flung to the ground.
Bill's eyes were black with fury.
He crouched down and locked his hand around my throat.
"Melinda, look at yourself! Do you even see what you look like right now?"
"You look like a trashy street bitch! You're not even embarrassed? Because you make me sick!"
I stared at the face I'd loved for over ten years, and it was like I'd never seen him before.
"Bill, she started—"
"Enough!"
He pinned both my hands down, then turned to Vivien, his expression soft again.
"Viv, however she hit you just now—come here and pay her back."
"Bill!"
Before the word had even died in my throat, Vivien was already standing over me.
She looked down at me with a thin, satisfied smile, raised her palm, and slapped me hard across the face.
The crack echoed through the vast hall.
Once. Twice.
Her hand didn't stop, and then her stiletto heel drove straight down into my palm.
Blood seeped from my hand and ran slowly across the floor to Bill's feet.
The pain forced a muffled groan out of me before I could hold it back.
Bill noticed the blood too.
Disgust flickered through his eyes. He shoved me away.
Then he turned and barked at the security guards behind him,
"Drag her out! The gala's about to start. I don't want her in here being an eyesore!"
Two guards in black suits stepped forward at once, gripping my arms, hauling me toward the exit.
In that single moment—the pain in my palm, the pain in my spine, the pain in my heart—all of it nearly swallowed me whole.
I threw everything I had into breaking free of the security guards, spun around, and pinned my eyes on Bill.
"Touch me again. I dare you."
He stared at me for two seconds, then let out a derisive scoff.
"Still running your mouth when you're already done?"
The words had barely left his mouth before a wave of shrill laughter erupted behind me—Vivien's cutting above the rest, loud and shameless.
I ignored the noise.
I raised my hand, slowly, and pointed at the flower-draped succession stage that had been prepared at the front of the hall.
I spoke word by word, each one dropping like frost.
"Bill. Do you know who's standing up there tonight to take over Sanchez Group?"
