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    She thought back to her wee banquet. Shepard had handed her a hundred million, and she’d nearly cried, thinking it meant something. That it proved he cherished her.


    Now it hit her—one hundred million meant nothing to the Harper family. It was spare change, the kind of money regr people wouldn’t even bother picking up off the ground. Shepard giving her money wasn’t an act of fatherly affection. It was charity—no different from flipping a coin into a beggar’s cup.


    Sandra was seething, the truth finally sinking in—the Harper family treated her and Brenna so differently.


    She’d poured her entire savings—one hundred and seventy million—into that cybersecurity venture, certain it would make her a major shareholder.


    But now, she realized that her stake was probably just two percent. She had been painfully naive.


    To the rich, a hundred million was nothing.


    Once Sandra was alone in her room, her thoughts wouldn’t stop circling. And the longer they spun, the angrier she got.


    The Harper family never truly saw her as one of them.


    Her mother had been right all along—she should’ve been scheming for money from the start. Chasing love from Shepard and Giselle?


    That was nothing but a foolish dream.


    No more of that.


    She made herself a promise—from now on, being part of the Harper family meant only one thing to her: taking every cent she could.


    Sandra seethed with bitterness. How could there be such a big difference between how she and Brenna were treated when they were both Shepard’s daughters?


    Was it all because Brenna’s mother was Giselle, while her own mother had been nothing more than a housekeeper before?


    She had Shepard’s blood in her veins, too.


    She had always been too reserved to ask him for anything, but after everything she’d seen today, that hesitation was gone. From now on, she would take what was rightfully hers—without shame, without apology.


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    If she stayed quiet, Brenna would end up with everything.


    She refused to let that happen.


    The next morning, Sandra didn’t bother waking up early to make breakfast, as she usually did. She was done being foolish. Everyone saw her as a maid because of that.


    She wanted to live as what she was meant to be—a member of the Harper family, just like Brenna. Sandra pictured the confusion that would follow, imagined the Harper family members asking why she hadn’t cooked, and had already rehearsed a speech in her mind to throw right back at them.


    But no one said a thing about the matter. The silence hit her like a p. Did they not like the food she cooked before?


    She had assumed someone wouldment, maybe say how much they missed her cooking. But it didn’t happen.


    It turned out that no one in the family cared about her or what she did.


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