Falling for Her- A Heiress Abandoned

Chapter 7

I stayed home for two days. Didn't go out, didn't check in with anyone.

Every day, Victor sent someone over with a different meal—each one perfectly suited to my taste. Somehow, he knew exactly what I liked.

Kyle and Kevin Grant, on the other hand, seemed to finally get the message: I wasn't playing around.

They camped out in front of my door like lost dogs—first demanding I let them in, voices sharp with frustration. But by day two, the anger faded, replaced by pleading. Desperation. Regret.

Funny how people only get clarity when they've already lost everything.

But some things, once gone, stay gone.

I glanced at Victor's text, changed into fresh clothes, and opened the front door.

"Lynn!"

They both spoke at once. Their eyes were bloodshot, faces drawn and exhausted. Clearly hadn't slept. I stepped forward, but Kyle grabbed my arm.

"You're going to see him again?"

The way he said it—accusing, like I was making some massive mistake—made my brows pull together.

"That's none of your business."

"Lynn, we're just worried about you," Kyle pressed. "Victor's been calculating since we were kids. If you stay with him, he'll twist everything—"

"Just come back with us," Kevin cut in, fists clenched, voice strained. "We'll make time for you. Isn't that enough?"

There it was.

That familiar phrase.

Stop being difficult.

It slammed into me like a wave, dragging me back to every moment I'd ever been silenced, dismissed, gaslit. My chest tightened.

So I looked at them—really looked at them—and asked the one question still echoing in my head:

"Have you really forgotten what you once promised me?"

They froze. Faces blank. Eyes flickering with something close to... impatience.

Then, cutting through the moment, came a ringtone.

Kevin's phone lit up. He hesitated, glancing at me, thumb hovering over the screen—but he didn't answer.

I didn't need to ask who it was.

That ringtone—he'd written that melody himself, years ago. "This way, I'll never miss your calls," he'd told me, grinning like a kid. It used to be my song.

Now?

It belonged to Jenny Foster.

The phone rang again, loud and mocking.

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

"Go ahead. She's waiting."

Their bodies relaxed almost instantly, guilt evaporating the moment I gave them permission to walk away. They turned, already moving.

"Don't leave the house," Kyle called back over his shoulder. "We'll be right back."

I didn't answer.

Didn't need to.

I watched them disappear down the path, their silhouettes getting smaller with every step.

Then I turned, got into Victor's car, and shut the door behind me without a second thought.

Kyle. Kevin.

Let's never meet again.