From Maid to Heiress,His Secret Vengeance

He didn't say a word. He just watched me with that half-smile that wasn't really a smile at all.

In that moment, the last flicker of hope inside me died.

Fine.

Fine.

I grabbed the bottle from the table, snatched up the corkscrew, and twisted the cork free in one clean motion.

"If I finish this, we're done here. Right?"

I stared straight at Vivienne.

"Of course." She folded her arms, her face alight with the look of someone settling in to enjoy a show.

I tipped my head back and pressed the bottle to my lips.

I didn't stop for air. The wine poured down my throat in heavy, unbroken gulps. Red rivulets escaped the corners of my mouth and trailed down to my collarbones.

The crowd around me started jeering. Some clapped. Some cheered.

Halfway through, my stomach revolted. A violent wave of nausea surged up my throat.

I clenched my jaw and forced it back down. Tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes.

Finally, the bottle was empty.

I slammed it down on the table so hard the glasses rattled.

"Done."

My body swayed, but I locked my knees and refused to fall.

"Satisfied, Miss Graves?"

Vivienne blinked, caught off guard for half a second.

"Not bad. You can hold your liquor."

She let out a soft laugh, then drove her foot into my ankle.

I lost my balance completely, pitching forward with nothing to catch me.

Crash.

The champagne tower came down in a cascade of shattering glass.

I landed on the wreckage. Shards sliced into my palms and knees, and I felt the sharp, wet sting of a dozen cuts opening at once.

Before I could even push myself up, Vivienne's voice split the air in a shrill, panicked scream.

"My necklace! My pink diamond necklace is gone!"

She jabbed a finger at me where I lay sprawled on the floor.

"It was her! She threw herself down on purpose so she could steal my necklace in the chaos!"

I lifted my head through the searing pain. Howard's voice cut through the noise.

"If something's missing, then search her."

His gaze swept over me, deliberate and pointed.

"Right here. Be thorough."

A security guard seized my arm and hauled me upright, not caring that glass was still embedded in my palms.

"Let go of me! I didn't steal anything!"

The alcohol burned like acid in my stomach. Cold sweat poured down my back.

"Didn't steal it? Well, strip her down and we'll know for sure, won't we?"

Vivienne stepped up onto the raised platform.

"With that dress, there's really only one place she could be hiding something, isn't there?"

A cluster of men in the crowd let out lewd, ugly laughter.

"That's right. The former Graves heiress, a real socialite. Who knows what kind of special tastes she's picked up."

The guard's hand reached for my neckline, already barely holding together.

Riiip.

Black fabric slid away, exposing a wide stretch of skin mottled with bruises.

I screamed and curled into myself, pressing both hands against my chest, trying to cover what was left.

My eyes found Howard through the blur of tears.

He had once sworn, "Anyone who touches a hair on your head, I'll destroy them."

Now he sat with a glass of wine, leaning toward the person beside him, murmuring something in low conversation. He didn't so much as glance in my direction.

"What are you waiting for? Strip her!"

Vivienne's voice cracked with impatience.

The guard grinned and reached for the hem of my dress.

"Hold on."

Howard rose and walked toward me, unhurried. The crowd parted for him without being asked.

He stopped in front of me. The polished toe of his shoe nudged a bloodied shard of glass out of the way.

"Howard, this thief stole my necklace." Vivienne's lips pressed into a thin, displeased line.

"You want every person in this city laughing at the Graves name?" Howard glanced at her, his voice flat and cold. "Does the family want their stock price to open tomorrow, or not?"

Vivienne's mouth opened, then closed.

"So we just... let her go?"

"Take her upstairs. My room."

Howard bent down, his face inches from mine.

"I'll handle the interrogation personally."

Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, heedless of the glass still buried in my palm, and dragged me toward the elevator.