Caged by the Prince, Saved by the Monster - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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The cemetery was eerily still under the heavy gray sky as I knelt before my mother's grave. My fingers traced the letters of her name, brushing away a thin layer of dust.
"Mom," I whispered, "I won't repeat my mistakes this time."
Then my phone buzzed.
A bank notification.
[$50,000,000 WITHDRAWN.]
My breath hitched. I dialed my assistant immediately.
"Ms. Mercier," she answered, voice trembling, "someone forged your signature. The account's been emptied. Every last cent is gone."
Twenty minutes later, I kicked open the door to Gwen's new studio. The room fell silent as I locked eyes on Desmond.
"Desmond, you bastard!"
My voice cracked through the air like a whip. Everyone froze.
"Who the hell gave you the right to touch my trust fund?"
He turned slowly, a smug grin curling his lips—like he'd been waiting for this.
"Cassandra," he said smoothly, "after how you've treated Gwen? Consider that money your apology." Then, louder, for the room: "We're getting married anyway. It'll all be shared. Don't be so dramatic."
My vision blurred with rage—until I spotted it.
The pearl necklace. My mother's pearl necklace. The one I'd locked away.
Now draped around Gwen's throat.
"Take. It. Off."
Gwen flinched, hiding behind Desmond with trembling lips.
He rolled his eyes. "Relax, it's just an old necklace."
I lunged.
The strand snapped, pearls scattering across the floor like broken glass.
Then—crack.
My palm struck Gwen's cheek so hard she staggered back, clutching her face like I'd burned her.
Desmond shoved me. "Are you insane?!"
I straightened slowly, meeting his gaze without blinking.
For the first time, he hesitated.
"It's... just a necklace," he muttered, throat bobbing. "No need to go nuclear."
On my knees, I gathered the pearls, my hands shaking. Each one was dull, lifeless—just like the love I'd stupidly believed in.
Back in the car, I clenched the velvet pouch until my knuckles turned white.
Then I opened my phone.
And there it was—trending.
[#HeiressPubliclyHumiliated]
Photos of me: disheveled, coatless, raw with fury. Gwen cuddled in my jacket, Desmond's arm around her like some sick fairy tale. The caption:
[What's stolen will never truly belong to you.]
I stared. Then shut the screen off.
Oh, Gwen, I thought, icy calm. You stole from the wrong woman this time.
The comments were a bloodbath:
[LMAO the Mercier heiress got put in her place!]
[Pathetic. No wonder her fiancé upgraded.]
I called my assistant, voice eerily steady. "Erase it. Every post, every photo. Burn it all."
Then, softer: "And get my money back. Every penny. Lean on the bank, sic the lawyers on them. And if anyone resists..."
A cold laugh.
"...let them find out what happens when you cross a Mercier."
"Mom," I whispered, "I won't repeat my mistakes this time."
Then my phone buzzed.
A bank notification.
[$50,000,000 WITHDRAWN.]
My breath hitched. I dialed my assistant immediately.
"Ms. Mercier," she answered, voice trembling, "someone forged your signature. The account's been emptied. Every last cent is gone."
Twenty minutes later, I kicked open the door to Gwen's new studio. The room fell silent as I locked eyes on Desmond.
"Desmond, you bastard!"
My voice cracked through the air like a whip. Everyone froze.
"Who the hell gave you the right to touch my trust fund?"
He turned slowly, a smug grin curling his lips—like he'd been waiting for this.
"Cassandra," he said smoothly, "after how you've treated Gwen? Consider that money your apology." Then, louder, for the room: "We're getting married anyway. It'll all be shared. Don't be so dramatic."
My vision blurred with rage—until I spotted it.
The pearl necklace. My mother's pearl necklace. The one I'd locked away.
Now draped around Gwen's throat.
"Take. It. Off."
Gwen flinched, hiding behind Desmond with trembling lips.
He rolled his eyes. "Relax, it's just an old necklace."
I lunged.
The strand snapped, pearls scattering across the floor like broken glass.
Then—crack.
My palm struck Gwen's cheek so hard she staggered back, clutching her face like I'd burned her.
Desmond shoved me. "Are you insane?!"
I straightened slowly, meeting his gaze without blinking.
For the first time, he hesitated.
"It's... just a necklace," he muttered, throat bobbing. "No need to go nuclear."
On my knees, I gathered the pearls, my hands shaking. Each one was dull, lifeless—just like the love I'd stupidly believed in.
Back in the car, I clenched the velvet pouch until my knuckles turned white.
Then I opened my phone.
And there it was—trending.
[#HeiressPubliclyHumiliated]
Photos of me: disheveled, coatless, raw with fury. Gwen cuddled in my jacket, Desmond's arm around her like some sick fairy tale. The caption:
[What's stolen will never truly belong to you.]
I stared. Then shut the screen off.
Oh, Gwen, I thought, icy calm. You stole from the wrong woman this time.
The comments were a bloodbath:
[LMAO the Mercier heiress got put in her place!]
[Pathetic. No wonder her fiancé upgraded.]
I called my assistant, voice eerily steady. "Erase it. Every post, every photo. Burn it all."
Then, softer: "And get my money back. Every penny. Lean on the bank, sic the lawyers on them. And if anyone resists..."
A cold laugh.
"...let them find out what happens when you cross a Mercier."
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