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Cast Out as a Fake Daughter, Returned as an Heiress
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On my wedding day, I pulled open the door of the bridal car and found my fiancé, Ethan Prescott, sitting in the back seat with my sister, Natalie Whitmore. There wasn't a single empty seat left in the car. Ethan glanced at me, his tone casual. “Forgot to tell you. Nattie brought a few friends to the wedding last minute, and there aren't enough cars, so Nattie has to take your seat. Just call another car for yourself.” I gripped the door handle, unable to believe it. “But this is the bridal car. I'm the bride.” The car door slammed shut, and the car pulled away without the slightest hesitation.
Chapters (5)
Chapter 1
On my wedding day, I pulled open the door of the bridal car and found my fiancé, Ethan Prescott, sitting in the back seat with my sister, Natalie Whitmore.
There wasn't a single empty seat left in the car.
Ethan glanced at me, his tone casual. “Forgot to tell you. Nattie brought a few friends to the wedding last minute, and there aren't enough cars, so Nattie has to take your seat. Just call another car for yourself.”
I gripped the door handle, unable to believe it. “But this is the bridal car. I'm the bride.”
He frowned. “That's why I'm telling you to call a ride. It's not like I'm stopping you from coming to the wedding.”
Natalie leaned out, smiling at me with her eyes curved into crescents. “Sorry, sis! My friends showed up out of nowhere, and I didn't think the car wouldn't fit everyone. You're not mad, are you?”
Ethan laughed and ruffled her hair. “What's there to be mad about? You're our little sister. Of course everyone lets you have your way.”
Before I could say a word, the car door slammed shut, and the car pulled away without the slightest hesitation.
I took out my phone and sent a message to the family group chat, asking my parents and my brother to pick me up on their way.
But my plea for help went unanswered.
While I stood there stunned, my brother's car and my parents' car drove right past me without even slowing down.
A second later, my phone chimed.
I opened it, only to see that Natalie had posted a photo of herself and Ethan in the group chat. Below it came teasing replies from my parents and my brother.
[Our Nattie looks so pretty! Dressed up like a little princess today!]
It was as if my message didn't exist at all.
In that moment, it suddenly struck me that this wedding probably didn't need me.
In the end, I took a cab to the wedding venue.
When I pushed open the doors of the banquet hall, the wedding had already started.
Natalie stood at the end of the red carpet in a white wedding gown, with Ethan beside her in a suit. She looked like she was the real stars of today's wedding.
Back then, she had insisted on going with me to pick out my wedding dress, but when I chose this one, Natalie said she liked it too.
My mom decided on the spot. “If Nattie likes this one, let it be her bridesmaid dress. It's so rare for her to like something. Just let her have it.”
Natalie was the real daughter of the Whitmores, brought home eight years ago, and I was the fake daughter who had lived her life in her place for over a decade.
My parents said they couldn't bear to let me go. But after Natalie came back, the words I heard the most were, “Let her have it.”
Giving up the wedding dress was only the most ordinary of those times.
Seeing me stare at the gown she was wearing, Natalie seemed to realize something. “Oh, I forgot! Sis, the staff forgot to bring your wedding dress. It's all my fault. This morning, I was so busy having someone bring my bridesmaid dress that I forgot to remind them...”
“When they brought it, they said they thought my bridesmaid dress was the wedding dress and got it mixed up...”
Ethan hurried to comfort her. “This isn't your fault, Nattie. She couldn't even remember her own wedding dress.”
I had long since gotten used to this kind of unconditional defense.
Still, for some reason, my chest ached with a sour heaviness.
I wanted to explain, but my dad cut me off.
“All right, all right, what's the point of saying all this now? The guests are waiting.”
My brother looked me up and down. “Nattie's wearing a wedding dress anyway, so why not let her go through the ceremony for you? The guests are far away. They won't be able to see her face.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “It’s my wedding, and you want someone else to go through the ceremony?”
“It's not like she's actually marrying him for you.”
My mom chimed in, frowning, “Nattie's just walking down the aisle in your place to smooth things over.”
“If the wedding gets delayed today, our family will become the talk of high society.”
By reflex, I looked at Ethan, hoping to get a different answer from him.
We were childhood sweethearts and had known each other for so many years. Even after Natalie was brought home, Ethan had sworn to his parents that the only one for him in this life was me, Sienna Whitmore.
The wedding we'd looked forward to for so many years shouldn't be like this.
But the next second, Ethan sighed. “Nattie's willing to help you save this wedding. You should be grateful, not standing here being jealous. At a time like this, what matters most is preserving the dignity of both families.”
Those few sentences landed on my face like loud, hard slaps.
I stood frozen, my hands and feet ice-cold. For this wedding, I had gone days without sleep, all so it would be perfect. This was supposed to be my wedding.
Now everyone was turning around and accusing me of being unreasonable.
My mom pulled me down into a seat off to the side. The wedding march began, and Ethan took Natalie’s hand naturally and walked to the start of the red carpet.
I watched Natalie walk down the flower-lined aisle on Ethan's arm and watched them exchange vows happily.
Finally, Ethan took a ring box from his pocket.
The ring slid slowly onto Natalie's ring finger, and it fit perfectly.
It was as if this wedding had belonged to her and Ethan all along.
The ceremony ended with the two of them kissing.
My heart throbbed with pain I couldn't stop, and I turned my eyes away and didn't look anymore.
When the ceremony was over, Natalie turned her back to the crowd and raised the bouquet high.
It landed squarely in my arms.
I caught it on reflex, and almost instantly my throat tightened and tears welled up uncontrollably.
Natalie jumped off the stage and ran over. “Sis, I threw it to you on purpose, so you could share some of Ethan's and my good luck!”
I stepped back and threw the flowers to the floor. “I'm allergic to pollen. Didn't you know?”
She froze, bit her lip, and she teared up instantly. “During the rehearsal, I thought those fake flowers looked so tacky, so I switched them all to real ones. Mom, Dad, and our brother all said they looked nice, and Ethan didn't object either.”
“I forgot you were allergic to pollen...”
I stared at the discarded bouquet, a little dazed.
The bouquet at my own wedding had been replaced, and I hadn't known a thing.
Not one person had even remembered that I was allergic to pollen.
My breathing grew more and more labored. My vision went black, and I nearly passed out.
But suddenly, a pair of strong hands caught me. It was Ethan, watching me closely, stiff with tension. “What's wrong?!”
“Ethan, I'm having an allergic reaction to the pollen.” I grabbed his sleeve as if it were my last lifeline. “Take me to the hospital!”
At some point Natalie had come over, and she gazed up at him pleadingly. “But the wedding isn't over yet. We haven't made the toasts...”
Ethan's gaze shifted between Natalie and me. In the end, he let me go.
“Nattie and I still have to make the toasts. I can't leave.”
My mom came over too. “Sienna, stop making a scene. It's his wedding today. How can he leave early?”
My brother nodded along. “Yeah, a pollen allergy's no big deal. Go to a pharmacy, buy some medicine, and tough it out.”
Looking at this so-called family and husband, I no longer had any desire to beg.
No matter the situation, Natalie always came first.
Even if I were dying in front of them, they would choose her without a second thought if she needed something.
The ridiculous part was that I had only fully understood it now.
In that case, I wouldn't humiliate myself any further.
I didn't say another word and turned toward the door.
Behind me came their happy, harmonious laughter.
I had given way to Natalie for eight years. I gave up the wedding dress, and I gave up the wedding.
Now I was giving her this family and Ethan too.
Once I was outside the hotel, breathing grew even harder. My vision went black, and I passed out completely.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital.
The nurse said a passerby had brought me in. I'd gone into anaphylactic shock, and if I'd arrived half an hour later, things could have turned dangerous.
For the whole day, my phone stayed silent. Not a single person called.
I opened Instagram, and the first post I saw was Natalie’s photo.
In the airport departure lounge, she leaned on Ethan's shoulder flashing a peace sign, while my parents and my brother held up their boarding passes.
The caption read: “Honeymoon trip, here we go~”
The next second, my phone rang. It was Ethan.
“Why aren't you at the airport yet? Didn't you see the message I sent you?”
I opened the screenshot he had sent. Five plane tickets: him, Natalie, my parents, and my brother. Only I was missing.
[We all booked our tickets together. Remember to book your own.]
[Nattie picked the honeymoon destination. Mom, Dad, and your brother were fine with it, so we didn't ask you.]
I stared at those two messages and burst out laughing.
But as I laughed, tears streamed down my face.
This family had never needed me, and I had never belonged to it.
I took out my phone and dialed a number with no contact name saved.
The other end picked up quickly. I took a deep breath.
“You told me before that whenever I wanted to come back to the Sinclairs, anytime, I could. Does that still stand?”
Chapter 2
There were two seconds of silence on the other end of the line. Then a voice spoke, “In seven days, I'll send someone to pick you up.
“I'm so glad you've finally made up your mind. Mom and Dad... and Grandpa, they all really want to see you again.”
“If you hadn't insisted on repaying the Whitmores for raising you when we met a few years ago, we never would have left Boston.”
“Actually, all these years, Mom and Dad have been going to see you in secret...”
I froze. Hearing those words, my eyes stung, and I nearly started crying again.
“Okay.”
“Thank you... Brother.”
I checked myself out of the hospital.
Once I got home, I kept busy packing.
By the time things finally quieted down, I realized three days had passed.
Yet in all that time, no one had asked where I'd gone or whether my allergic reaction had gotten any better.
The only lively thing on my phone was my Instagram feed.
Natalie posted travel photos like clockwork, every single day.
There were photos of her and Ethan drinking coffee by the Seine, the two of them making heart shapes together beneath the Eiffel Tower, Mom and Dad from behind as they swiped their cards at duty-free shops, my brother looking frazzled as he lugged around shopping bags.
And Natalie's captions slowly went from “Thanks to my brother-in-law for taking me on this trip” to “A romantic Paris getaway with Mr. Prescott.”
Plenty of friends from our circle commented underneath, wishing Natalie and Ethan happiness forever.
A few even gushed about how good Ethan was to Natalie as her “boyfriend.”
Ethan could see every single comment.
Yet he didn't correct a single one.
I thought I really couldn't understand Ethan anymore.
He was the one who had said I was the only one for him.
And now he was also the one acting with Natalie as if there were no boundaries at all.
If he liked Natalie, why hadn't he called off the wedding sooner?
The more I saw this side of Ethan, the more disgusted I felt.
The next day, I had a lawyer draw up the divorce agreement.
Ethan and I had only been legally married for a few days, so dividing the assets was fairly simple.
That same afternoon, my lawyer sent me the divorce agreement.
I was carefully reading through the terms when the front door suddenly swung open, followed by Natalie's laughter.
“Hahaha! Lucas, you should've seen Ethan when he rode the Ferris wheel with me. His face went completely pale!”
“I even have a picture of me and Ethan at the very top!”
“It's the first time I've ever seen Ethan so scared! He always acts like such a stuffy old man around me!”
Ethan's helpless laugh followed. “Since when am I a stuffy old man?”
“I'm older than you, so naturally I'm a little more mature. But does being older mean I'm not allowed to be afraid of heights?”
Hearing their conversation, made my mind wandered.
Taking a photo together at the top of a Ferris wheel had always been my dream.
On many of our dates, I had brought up the idea with Ethan.
But every time, he turned me down.
“That's the kind of thing that happens in YA novels. We're grown adults. Don't you think it's childish?”
Later, after spending more time with him, I discovered that Ethan was afraid of heights. He just cared too much about his pride to ever admit it.
After that, I stopped bringing it up.
But now, he had not only ridden the Ferris wheel with Natalie, he had also taken a photo with her at the top. She had even teased him for being a “stuffy old man,” and this man who cared about his pride more than anything hadn't been the least bit angry.
So it turned out he had never cherished the wishes I'd given up all those years to accommodate him.
From now on, I wouldn't let myself be wronged like this anymore.
Chapter 3
The living room was full of laughter.
Not one of them noticed me sitting in the corner.
Only after Natalie had sorted through everything she'd brought back from the trip did she finally spot me there.
"Sis! I didn't even see you! When did you get here?"
The room went quiet for a moment. The smiles vanished from their faces as their eyes landed on me.
Then Ethan pulled out a small box and walked over to me.
“A travel souvenir for you,” he said.
The word souvenir went into my heart like a thin needle.
It was supposed to have been my honeymoon.
And now all I got out of it was a so-called "souvenir."
I took the box and opened it. Inside was a rose-gold bracelet with a tiny diamond chip dangling from it.
I recognized it at a glance.
I'd gone shopping at this brand with Natalie before.
Their signature piece was a star-and-moon necklace. The bracelet was the freebie bundled with it. The necklace was so wildly popular that it was always sold out here, while the bundled bracelet couldn't even sell at a discount.
I looked up, and when I saw the necklace around Natalie's neck, all I felt was: of course.
I put the bracelet away and set it on the coffee table. "No, thanks. I don’t want it."
Natalie's face fell. She bit her lip and looked at me. "Sis, you don't like it? I had Ethan pick it out for you especially. We went to so many stores before we found one that matched the necklace..."
Ethan frowned. "Sienna, Nattie went to the trouble of choosing a gift for you. What's with the attitude?"
My brother jumped in too. "Seriously. Nattie kept talking the whole trip about bringing you something back, and you walk in here making faces."
My mom tried to smooth it over. "All right, all right, Sienna's probably just tired. The bracelet's pretty. Just keep it."
They played off each other, all of them plainly set on forcing me to take the bracelet.
Because it was Natalie's so-called "thoughtfulness," I had to accept it.
Even if I didn't care for it and didn't want it.
It was disgusting.
I looked at them and suddenly let out a laugh. "So was this trip a honeymoon or a family vacation?"
The room went silent at once.
"Natalie walked down the aisle at my wedding for me. Natalie went on my honeymoon for me. And then you come back with a bracelet that was a free giveaway. Anyone who didn't know better would think Natalie was Ethan's wife."
"Sienna, what kind of thing is that to say!" My dad slammed his teacup down on the table, his face dark with anger. "You were the one who showed up late to the wedding without your dress. Who's to blame for that? You were also the one who didn't book a ticket for the honeymoon. Nattie was kind enough to go with Ethan in your place, and now you're blaming her?"
"Exactly," my brother chimed in right away. "Nattie kept bringing you up the whole trip, saying what a shame it was you couldn't come. How can you talk about her like that?"
Ethan's face hardened too. "Sienna, you've been going too far lately."
"Nattie is your sister. She risked being recognized and getting a bad reputation just to get through the wedding for you, and you, as her older sister, talk about her like this?"
"Besides, weren't you the one who picked France for the trip? I already reminded you. Who's to blame if you didn't book a ticket?"
I looked at their faces, one after another, all so self-righteous, and suddenly I felt incredibly tired.
Natalie was curled up on the sofa, holding back crying. While Ethan sat on one side and my brother on the other, guarding her like some priceless treasure.
And in this family's eyes, I was the enemy.
At that moment, I had to admit that more than a decade of raising me would never measure up to their own flesh and blood.
Even Ethan had probably long since forgotten that he once swore in front of both our families that I was the only one for him in this life.
Yet now, the one he stood up for at every turn was Natalie.
At least, seeing it all clearly now, it still wasn't too late.
My dad lit a cigarette and leaned back into the sofa. "Yesterday we received four invitations to the Sinclair family's homecoming gala. I was still thinking about who to bring."
"The Sinclairs are one of the wealthiest, most powerful families there is. Their influence reaches all over Boston and New York. After raising you all these years, I was going to take you to this gala so you could see a bit of the world. Maybe you could even make a connection with the Sinclairs."
"But since you still can't learn to behave and be sensible, and you're even jealous of your own sister, then Nattie will go instead."
I looked at their faces, every one of them so sure they were in the right, and suddenly even arguing felt pointless.
They had never planned to take me in the first place.
They had simply found a convenient excuse.
I answered meekly. "Fine."
Maybe they hadn't expected me to come around so quickly. My parents and my brother all seemed a little stunned.
Ethan sighed helplessly. "If you'd been this obedient from the start, wouldn't that have been better?"
"No problem. I should be able to bring a plus-one to this gala. You can come with me."
I shook my head.
"No need."
At the homecoming gala seven days from now, the daughter the Sinclairs intends to claim as their own is me.
Even those four invitations had been sent over by my people.
I'd wanted the Sinclairs to give the Whitmores a hand in business.
After all, I still remembered the debt of having been raised by them for more than ten years.
But now it looked like there was no point.
The gala seven days from now would also be the moment I cut every last tie with the Whitmores for good.
Chapter 4
For the next few days, I acted the same as I always had.
It was just that I had long since given up any hope for my so-called family and husband.
With no hope left, I no longer cared.
So when Natalie said she liked my favorite evening gown, I gave it to her.
When Natalie said she wanted to go to a private art exhibition with Ethan, I had already pressed the exhibition tickets into her hands before either of them could even ask.
Even when the family planned a day of camping and Natalie said she hadn't packed supplies or a tent for a sixth person, I immediately said I'd sit it out.
Everyone was visibly more pleased with me.
On the sixth day, Ethan suddenly announced that we were moving into the marital home.
"Let's do a family dinner this weekend. A little housewarming."
He glanced at me. "Sienna, the grocery shopping and the prep are on you. Nattie's been worn out these past few days. Let her rest."
Natalie immediately smiled sweetly. "Thanks for looking out for me, Ethan. I've always wanted to try your cooking, sis."
Watching the two of them and catching the impatient look my brother shot me, I said nothing more, which was as good as agreeing.
I was leaving tomorrow. Until then, I didn't want to stir up any more trouble.
Soon, the identity of Sienna Whitmore would disappear too.
Early the next morning, I took the list Ethan had written up and went to the supermarket.
When I finally hauled two big bags up to the door of the marital home and pressed my finger to the fingerprint lock, all I heard was, "Fingerprint not recognized. Please try again."
I froze, unable to believe it.
When we bought this house, Ethan and I had registered our fingerprints ourselves.
There was no way it could be wrong.
But for a full five minutes, there wasn't a single sound from inside.
I took out my phone and saw a message Ethan had sent two minutes earlier.
[You're taking way too long with the groceries. Nattie hasn't eaten all day and we can't wait. We already booked a table at a private restaurant downtown. Figure something out for yourself.]
Standing in the cold wind with two heavy bags of groceries, I found the whole thing a little laughable.
That private restaurant was hard to get into even with a week's notice. They'd gone on a whim, so where would they get a table?
It was just an excuse because they didn't want to bring me.
I was still thinking this when a flashlight beam swept over me and a patrolling security guard strode up. "What are you doing? You've been hanging around here forever!"
As he spoke, he used his baton to shoo me away.
"I live here. This is my front door. The fingerprint lock just won't open."
The guard looked me up and down, clearly not buying it. "The owner of this house is named Prescott. What's your name? Can you prove you live here?"
"Mr. Prescott is my husband. Just…let me make a call."
I called Ethan first, but after a few rings, the call was declined.
Then I tried Mom, Dad, and my brother, but still no one picked up.
The guard said impatiently, "Miss, either you get someone over here right now, or I'll have to call the police."
Gripping my phone, I scrolled through my contacts, and in the end, steeled myself to dial Natalie's number.
"Sis?" she answered. "What's up? Ethan was just picking the cilantro out of my food for me, so he didn't get your call."
I bit my lip, ignoring the smugness in her voice, and kept my tone low. "The lock won't open. I can't get in. Do you know what's going on?"
"Oh... I'm sorry about that. I forgot to tell you." Her voice was full of apology. "The lock can only store five people's fingerprints. Ethan said it would be a hassle every time I came over if I didn't register mine, so he had me do it. Yours got bumped..."
"Are you locked out right now?"
I was the owner of this house, and I couldn't even get my own fingerprint registered.
I took a deep breath and forced every churning emotion back down. I wanted to deal with the problem in front of me first.
"Where's Ethan? Tell him to come get me."
"Don't worry, sis, Ethan and I will be right back!"
Ten minutes later, a black sedan turned into the gated community. The door swung open, and Ethan climbed out with long strides, though his expression wasn’t exactly cheerful.
"Sienna!"
"Who told you to call Nattie? Because of your call, she was worried you'd freeze out here and rushed to leave, and she got into a car accident on the way!"
Chapter 5
I froze for a second. I didn't want to explain myself the way I always had before.
I knew that even if I did, Ethan would still pin Natalie's injury on me.
So I didn't bother.
Arguing with Ethan was pointless.
The next second, Ethan grabbed my wrist so hard it hurt and dragged me into the car.
"You're coming with me to apologize to her face."
In the hospital room, my parents sat by the bed, wiping away tears.
The moment they saw me, they let out a cold snort.
"You ungrateful girl! How dare you show your face here! Your sister only just got her license, and you made her drive back to unlock the door for you!"
"Couldn't you just wait outside for a little while? Was it really that urgent?"
My brother's face darkened at once. "Sienna, if anything happens to Nattie, I swear I'll never let this go!"
Ethan shoved me from behind. "Get in there and apologize!"
"If it weren't for you, Natalie wouldn't have gotten hurt!"
Every one of them blamed me for calling Natalie.
Even if this really was an accident, as long as I was connected to it in any way, they blamed me without a second thought.
Things like this seemed to have happened countless times over the past few years.
Every time before, I had swallowed it for the sake of this family, for the sake of the debt of having been raised by them for more than ten years.
But now that I had already decided to leave and cut ties with them for good, what reason did I have to keep swallowing it?
"What exactly am I supposed to apologize for?" I swept my gaze over everyone in the room.
"Ethan, you were the one who had Natalie register her fingerprint and knock mine off the lock. You were the one who hung up when I called you. From start to finish, which part of this did I stir up?"
The room fell silent for a moment.
Ethan opened his mouth, but a soft sob from Natalie cut him off.
"Ethan... my head hurts so much..." She frowned, her eyes settling on me, and tilted her head in confusion. "Who... is this? Why is she in my room?"
Ethan froze. "Nattie, what are you saying? She's Sienna. Your big sister."
Natalie's brows knit together, her expression completely baffled. "Mom and Dad only had me. Ethan, are you sure?"
"We grew up together. We're childhood sweethearts. We got engaged last year and just got married this month. What sister?"
Everyone in the room exchanged looks and called for the doctor.
Soon the doctor came back with the test results.
The car accident had caused a head injury, which had led to so-called memory confusion.
And the treatment he recommended was that Natalie not be upset by anything from her past memories, so she could rest and recover in peace.
Then, maybe, she had a chance of making a full recovery.
Leaning against the doorframe, I let out a scoffing laugh at this utterly absurd diagnosis.
The laugh sounded jarring in the quiet room, and everyone turned to look at me.
Ethan's expression hardened. "Since the doctor says Nattie can't take any more stress, you'll move out for a while. Nattie will stay in the marital home for now. You two will switch places until she recovers. Then we'll see."
"When it comes down to it, if it weren't for that call of yours, things never would have gotten this bad."
"You should feel guilty about what you did to Nattie."
My brother chimed in. "Sienna, move out of the Whitmore house. Stop upsetting Nattie."
I raised my eyes to my parents, who stood off to the side.
When they met my gaze, they only looked away without a word and stayed silent.
And yet that was already the clearest answer they could have given.
I thought that the debt of having been raised by them for more than ten years had probably been paid off, right at this moment.
I nodded. "Fine. I'll move out."
"I wish your family a happy reunion."
With that, I ignored the sour expression on their faces, turned, and walked out of the room.
The next day, I got a message from the Sinclair family.
[Someone will pick you up at 10:30. Remember to send your location then.]
That same day, I went back to the new house.
The fingerprint lock still wouldn't open, but luckily the housekeeper Ethan had hired was inside.
After I told her who I was, I went into the villa.
The new home Ethan and I had decorated together now felt completely unfamiliar to me.
Every one of our wedding photos had been replaced with pictures of Natalie and him.
Even the way the house was arranged followed Natalie's taste.
But none of it mattered anymore.
Since Natalie was in such a hurry to replace me, I would give her this house and this man, both.
The housekeeper told me quietly, "Mr. Prescott just got back. He's upstairs."
I nodded, pulled the divorce agreement I had already signed out of my bag, went upstairs, and pushed open the study door.
The moment he saw me, Ethan frowned.
"Didn't I tell you not to come around for a while?"
"Whatever it is, make it quick. Once it's done, leave. I still have to go pick Nattie up from the hospital."
I gave a wry smile and set the agreement down in front of him.
"A small contract. A deal between the Whitmores and the Prescotts. It just needs your signature."
Ethan didn't even look at it. He took it and signed.
Then he tossed it back at me impatiently. "Alright. Now go. It wouldn't be good if you ran into Nattie."
The way he said it, you would think I was the other woman who had to stay hidden.
I bent down and picked up the agreement.
Without a moment's hesitation, I turned and walked out.
The moment I finally walked out of the villa community, I felt completely at ease.
A black Porsche pulled up in front of me. I opened the door and got in.
"Miss, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair and the young master are all waiting for you."
"Welcome home."
***
