Falling for Her- A Heiress Abandoned

Chapter 6

I looked up—and there he was.

Victor Lowe.

His expression was carved from ice.

Kyle Grant gawked like he'd seen a ghost. "You? With Victor Lowe?"

Victor's lip curled, pure venom in his tone. "Such trashy words. If you don't need that mouth, I can find a better use for it. Stop polluting the air."

Then, without breaking a sweat, he swept me into his arms and walked out—like a storm had blown through the party and silenced everything.

Everyone stared, stunned into silence.

Victor muttered, just loud enough for me to hear, "After all these years... still so pathetic."

Those words stung more than the wine glass had. My chest tightened.

Kyle and Kevin—who once held me through my worst days, who used to carry me like I was their world—now stood frozen. And yet none of that history seemed to matter compared to what Victor had just done.

Victor brought me home. The Evans estate felt strangely colder than I remembered. Still, he treated my wounds himself, carefully wrapping each one, then changed all the locks without a word.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and firm. "Wait for me. Monday morning. We're getting a marriage license."

His dark eyes raked over me with quiet possession, like I was already his and he had no plans of letting me forget it.

Oddly enough... I didn't feel the urge to resist.

I nodded, my heart oddly calm, and watched him leave until his figure blurred at the end of the hallway.

But peace never lasts, does it?

Less than an hour later, furious pounding rattled the front door. Reluctantly, I opened it—and there they were.

Kyle and Kevin.

Breathless. Wrinkled suits. Unraveled hair. Like they'd sprinted the whole way.

Too little. Way too late.

"What now?" I snapped, already fed up.

"You can't be with Victor Lowe!" they barked in unison, desperation crackling in their voices.

I blinked, then laughed—sharp and humorless.

The nerve.

They tossed me aside like yesterday's news, drooling over Jenny Foster in front of the entire city... and now they wanted to play gatekeepers?

"Are you actually serious?" I said, folding my arms. "You lost any right to speak on my life the moment you sold me out for a girl in my stolen dress."

They flinched like I'd slapped them.

"I gave you both chance after chance," I continued, voice cold. "You chose her—every single time. Now I've moved on. You don't get to come back. You don't get to whine."

Kyle's eyes turned red, fury and pain clashing behind them.

"We didn't abandon you!" he snapped. "You could never decide between me and Kevin. We were stuck in limbo, Lynn! You think that was easy?"

Kevin nodded, jaw clenched. "If we hadn't forced the issue, how long were you planning to keep stringing us along?"

Something inside me cracked.

So that's what they thought of me.

Twenty years of loyalty. Twenty years of friendship, heartbreak, waiting—and they thought I'd been playing them?

I took a breath, then shoved the door shut in their faces.

"Lynn Evans!" they shouted from the other side, fists pounding, but I didn't flinch.

I didn't open the door again.

Not even when the noise stopped.

Later, I checked my phone.

The internet had exploded.

Videos of the birthday party were everywhere—me covered in cake, being shoved around like some washed-up nobody. Jenny had even posted a smug selfie, proudly flashing the Grant family's heirloom jade pendant around her neck like it belonged to her.

Comments flooded in like vultures:

"Looks like Lynn's finally been replaced."

"Jenny's the real Grant bride now. About time."

Right as I was about to turn it all off, a text from an unknown number lit up the screen.

Lynn Evans, you'll never win. I'm going to take everything from you and grind you into the dirt.

I stared at the message for a moment.

Then I laughed.

So predictable. So childish.

If Jenny Foster wanted my leftovers so badly... she could choke on them.