The Fake Heiress Stole My Fiancé - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Which one do you like?" Lucian asked.
My eyes scanned the display case, instantly locking onto the most expensive ring—288 vouchers.
"That one," I said without hesitation, pointing directly at it.
The white-gloved attendant carefully slid the diamond ring onto my finger. The stone caught the light, scattering bright prisms across the counter.
Lucian's face lit up. "Do you love it?" he pressed eagerly.
I gave a curt nod.
After helping him try on the matching band, Lucian grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers with boyish excitement. I yanked mine back coldly. "Go pay."
Unfazed, he just flashed another smile and pulled out his phone to complete the purchase.
As we turned toward the bridal section, his phone buzzed. He checked the screen, his brow furrowing. "I need to take this."
He stepped away but didn't lower his voice enough. "What? Elaine's trying to kill herself? I'm on my way!"
The call ended. So did our shopping trip. He bolted from the mall without so much as a backward glance.
I stood motionless at the jewelry store entrance, watching his retreating figure with empty eyes. Then I examined the ring still on my finger. An hour later, I walked out of a luxury resale shop with considerably lighter fingers.
Back home, I caught my maid mid-panic, clumsily trying to hide Elaine's suitcase.
"What's this?"
She stiffened. "Ms. Elaine isn't well. Mr. Ferguson insisted she stay with him... for supervision."
I snorted and retreated to my room.
Dinner brought fresh theatrics. My father glared over his soup. "Where did we go wrong raising such an ice queen?"
My mother dabbed fake tears. "Your sister's injured, and you can't even pretend to care? Sitting there like—"
"What exactly should I do?" I interrupted. "Play nurse? Fine, I'll go bandage her paper cuts."
They choked on their indignation. The rest of the meal passed in strained silence.
Later, I entered their bedroom armed with a freshly killed chicken and a cleaver. Blood still warmed the feathers as I perched at the vanity.
Dipping my fingers in crimson, I painted my lips red before methodically dismembering the bird. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
The noise jolted them awake. "R-Raina?"
I turned slowly, cleaver glinting. "Dad... Mom..." My voice dripped with mock concern. "I'm so... hungry."
Mother fainted mid-scream. Father clutched his chest like a bad actor in a medical drama.
Cradling the mangled chicken, I grinned like a horror movie villain. "Midnight snack, anyone?"
My eyes scanned the display case, instantly locking onto the most expensive ring—288 vouchers.
"That one," I said without hesitation, pointing directly at it.
The white-gloved attendant carefully slid the diamond ring onto my finger. The stone caught the light, scattering bright prisms across the counter.
Lucian's face lit up. "Do you love it?" he pressed eagerly.
I gave a curt nod.
After helping him try on the matching band, Lucian grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers with boyish excitement. I yanked mine back coldly. "Go pay."
Unfazed, he just flashed another smile and pulled out his phone to complete the purchase.
As we turned toward the bridal section, his phone buzzed. He checked the screen, his brow furrowing. "I need to take this."
He stepped away but didn't lower his voice enough. "What? Elaine's trying to kill herself? I'm on my way!"
The call ended. So did our shopping trip. He bolted from the mall without so much as a backward glance.
I stood motionless at the jewelry store entrance, watching his retreating figure with empty eyes. Then I examined the ring still on my finger. An hour later, I walked out of a luxury resale shop with considerably lighter fingers.
Back home, I caught my maid mid-panic, clumsily trying to hide Elaine's suitcase.
"What's this?"
She stiffened. "Ms. Elaine isn't well. Mr. Ferguson insisted she stay with him... for supervision."
I snorted and retreated to my room.
Dinner brought fresh theatrics. My father glared over his soup. "Where did we go wrong raising such an ice queen?"
My mother dabbed fake tears. "Your sister's injured, and you can't even pretend to care? Sitting there like—"
"What exactly should I do?" I interrupted. "Play nurse? Fine, I'll go bandage her paper cuts."
They choked on their indignation. The rest of the meal passed in strained silence.
Later, I entered their bedroom armed with a freshly killed chicken and a cleaver. Blood still warmed the feathers as I perched at the vanity.
Dipping my fingers in crimson, I painted my lips red before methodically dismembering the bird. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
The noise jolted them awake. "R-Raina?"
I turned slowly, cleaver glinting. "Dad... Mom..." My voice dripped with mock concern. "I'm so... hungry."
Mother fainted mid-scream. Father clutched his chest like a bad actor in a medical drama.
Cradling the mangled chicken, I grinned like a horror movie villain. "Midnight snack, anyone?"
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