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    “I’m the Dawson heiress… I’m not illegitimate. I can’t be!” she sobbed, her voice breaking.


    “Katie…” Joselyn reached for her daughter.


    But Katie shoved her away in rage. “Don’t touch me! This is your fault! Why did you betray Dad? Why did you even have me if I wasn’t his?”


    Her cry tore through the room as she copsed, the weight of humiliation crushing her.


    She was supposed to be the Dawson heiress—born into luxury and privilege. How could she be anything less?


    “Christina,” Brendon said atst, his voice low, trying to reason with her. “Keep this quiet. I can give you money—even shares in the Dawson Group. When the police arrive, just tell them it was all a misunderstanding and I’ll—”


    “In your dreams,” Christina cut him off sharply. “Lying to the police is a crime. I’d rather face consequences for telling the truth than cover for you. And as for your Dawson shares—keep them. They mean nothing to me.”


    Brendon’s expression hardened, anger shing in his eyes. “So you’re really going to make this public? Destroy everything?”


    “Either I tell your father that Katie isn’t his daughter, or Katie goes to prison,” Christina said coldly. “The choice is yours.”


    Neither option would spare Katie. And this—Christina knew—was only the beginning.


    Once Bethel was fully recovered, she would settle every debt, one by one.


    Bethel had already lost all faith in these people, which meant Christina was free to act—without restraint, without mercy.


    None of them would walk away unscathed. And when she was done, they would finally understand just how far beneath her they truly were.


    “You’re the one forcing Katie into a corner,” Brendon said, his tone cold, his eyes dark and conflicted as they locked on Christina.


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    “It’s not me who’s forcing her. She dug this grave herself. You have one minute to decide. If you don’t, I’ll decide for you,” Christina shot back, her voice sharp as broken ss.


    “Christina, please—think of the years we were still one family,” Joselyn cried, tears streaking down her face. “Spare Katie this once…”


    “Not happening,” Christina replied, swift and unflinching.


    “Can’t you let her off the hook for Grandma’s sake?” Brendon pleaded, desperation creeping into his tone.


    Before anyone could react, Christina’s hand snapped up,nding a fierce p across his face.


    The sharp crack echoed in the room. Everyone froze, not a soul daring to utter a word.


    “I already gave Katie her chances,” Christina hissed, her re piercing. “Who gave Bethel hers? Tell me that, Brendon. If I hadn’t been there, she’d be dead right now. Do you even understand that?”


    Katie muttered under her breath, defiant even through her tears. “The doctor did the surgery, not you. Grandma would’ve been fine without you.”


    Another p rang out—louder this time. Christina moved with startling speed, striking Katie hard across the face.


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