Chapter 3
Seven minutes later, Sloane’s Bugatti screeched to a halt outside, tires smoking against the pavement. The moment I saw her, my composure crumbled, tears welling up.
Sloane grabbed my hand, barely containing her fury. “What did you people do to her? And Matteo, are you actually brain–dead? Can’t you see she’s devastated?”
Being the daughter of a billionaire tech mogul, Sloane carried herself with an authority that immediately commanded the room’s attention. Her eyes narrowed dangerously when they landed
on Sage.
“Well, well. Look who’s here.”
Sage stood up, trying to diffuse the situation with a friendly smile. “We were just playing party games. Someone’s a bit sensitive, aren’t they? I’m used to more… resilient personalities. My bad if I
crossed a line.”
Sloane yanked me behind her protectively. “Keep your hands off her. And drop the innocent act –
you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Matteo had suddenly sobered up. Running his hands through his hair, he stood. “Aurora’s tired. I
should take her home.”
“Oh, now you’re concerned?” Sloane’s laugh was glacial. “Stay in your lane. You’ve done enough
damage for one night.”
The room fell silent as Sloane helped gather my things, her sharp tongue working overtime.
“I’ve always told you – someone with your grace should be with old money, not these nouveau riche climbers. Their social circle is all smoke and mirrors, darling. You’re too genuine for their games.”
The irony of calling Matteo’s billion–dollar family “nouveau riche” wasn’t lost on anyone, but nobody
dared challenge Sloane’s assessment.
While collecting my belongings, she spotted the designer perfume. Without hesitation, she tossed it aside. “How pedestrian. At least pretend to have taste.”
The bottle rolled to Sage’s feet, her perfect composure finally cracking.
As Sloane led me out, Matteo caught up at the entrance. “Aurora, please. The atmosphere, her question my mind just went blank.”
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Looking into his earnest eyes, I felt utterly drained.
“So what you’re saying is… your instinctive response was to choose her?”
“Of course not. It was just a game. Saying no would have humiliated her in front of everyone.”
“So you protected her dignity by crushing mine?”
“I gave her a polite answer. I’m giving you a marriage.”
I pulled away, laughing bitterly. “What a bargain.”
Sloane pulled up, laying on the horn.
Matteo reached for me again. “Let me drive you home. We need to talk.”
Sloane rolled her eyes. “If you’re that desperate for a drive, why not try Uber? Might help clear your
head.”
Matteo flinched. His luxury car suddenly felt inadequate in the face of old money’s casual disdain.
I slid into Sloane’s car, turning back to Matteo one last time.
“The wedding’s off. I think we both need to reevaluate our priorities.”
