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Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me
Chapter 90
My eyes catch Eliza’s, and I give her a small smile, which she enthusiastically returns.
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“Hurry up, come closer and join your peers,” Easton says impatiently. His hands are held firmly behind him, and his face is right. He’s obviously unhappy about whatever message he’s about to convey.
He clears his throat before continuing. “Now, in light of the previous eliminations, the Ashford heirs have decided that maybe they were too…harsh with the eliminated contestants.”
A slight murmur rises, and I tighten my grip on June’s hand, holding my breath.
“So, the most recent eliminations are cancelled. Rachel, April, Gracle“-he looks at each of us like we’ve gravely offended him-“you will be staying.”
I exhale heavily, and it takes all my strength not to sink to the floor in relief.
The murmurs increase, and I can see that the girls are confused. Without their phones, they don’t have access to the outside world like I’ve had–except maybe Rachel and Gracie–and unless they use their maids‘ phones like I sometimes do, they won’t know that it’s all because of me.
Because of Peter, that incredible genius, who is so getting a statue erected in his honor.
Eliza breaks from the crowd and rushes to me, throwing her arms around my neck.
I catch her around the waist, laughing. “I can’t believe you get to stay!”
“I can’t believe it either!”
I pull away and turn to June. “Are you happy?”
My sister beams, nodding.
“Okay, okay!” Easton claps, catching everyone’s attention. “There’s more. We’re continuing with the next part of the competition, so-”
“I’m leaving.”
All heads in the ballroom turn–toward Gracie.
She’s still standing at the entrance, her arms folded, her feet set apart in a defensive stance. Like she’s bracing herself for an attack.
“Excuse me?” Easton says.
“I’m leaving.” Gracie repeats, her voice hard.
He scoffs incredulously. “I don’t think you heard me quite right, Miss Storm. The eliminations are cancelled–you’re allowed to stay.”
She lets out a bark of bitter laughter. “Oh, I heard you all right. Heard you loud and fucking clear.”
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Easton’s jaw clenches. “language”
Gracie scoff. Or what? You’ll eliminate me?”
“Now listen here-
“Save your breath. If I spend one more second in this mansion of horrors, I’ll kill myself.” She cocks her head and smirks. “Wonder how you’ll spin that narrative. Hashtag Revive Gracie?”
So, she definitely saw the hashtags.
“Gracie,” Valerie says, approaching her former minion like one would approach a wounded lion. “What’s going? Don’t you want to keep going?”
Gracie’s eyes harden with a hatred that shocks me.
“Take one more step towards me, bitch, and I’ll bitch slap you so hard, your head will spin three–sixty degrees.”
Valerie freezes in her steps.
“Gracie!” she gasps.
“Shut the fuck up!” Gracie screams. “If I have to hear your whiny fucking voice say one more inane, brainless thing, I’ll cut your tongue
out!”
“Miss Storm, that is enough!” Easton’s voice thunders through the room.
She glares at him and sticks up her middle finger.
“Fuck you,” she spits. “Fuck you and your rules. Fuck this mansion and all it’s hidden corners. Fuck the Ashfords. Fuck Nathan and Peter and–times one fucking billion–fuck Lucas!”
Her gaze shifts to Valerie, and she points at the shocked girl. “But most of all, fuck you. You were supposed to be my friend, but you’re just a two–faced coward.”
No one in the room moves, all of us stunned to paralyses.
With a wide, sardonic smile, Gracie gives a dramatic low bow, her long blonde hair brushing the marble floor. Then she spins on her heels and walks out of the grand doors, leaving deafening silence in her wake.
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