Her brows knitted together in confusion. “Then why? If he’s that good to you, why would you want to cut ties?”
Before I could answer, a familiar voice rang out from across the courtyard.
“Because Mirabelle’s just an ungrateful brat, that’s why!”
Heads turned toward the voice.
Strutting toward us was my aunt, wearing a fiery red dress that revealed more skin than fabric, both front and back. My classmates quickly averted their eyes as they felt uncomfortable. Clearly, she hadn’t been subtle about trying to seduce my father, and she didn’t care.
Shooing my classmates away, she crossed her arms and smirked. “Mirabelle, I want to know too. Why cut ties with your father? What’s your plan? Playing hard to get so he’ll rush to write you into the will?”
I let out a sharp, cold laugh. “This is between me and my dad. None of your business.”
I turned to leave, unwilling to waste another breath on her.
But her voice chased after me, dripping with venom. “Just wait until I marry your father and give him a son. Let’s see if you’re still so smug then!”
It didn’t take long before the headlines exploded about my father marrying my aunt.