?Chapter 385:


    Katelyn raised her ss with a steady hand, then gave her wrist a subtle twist. Champagne poured in a smooth stream, drenching Elora’s hair, smearing her makeup, and sttering her expensive dress.


    Elora’s eyes widened in shock, a mix of disbelief and fury shing across her face. She never thought Katelyn would have the nerve to humiliate her so openly. Was Katelyn seriously losing it? The nerve!


    The party, which had been full of life just seconds ago, wentpletely still. All eyes were locked on the two women, and the tension in the air was palpable.


    Elora wasn’t just any woman in the room. She was a socialite, often referred to as a “princess” not just for her beauty but also because of her family’s standing. Even though the influence of her family had diminished over time, Elora was still next in line to take over.


    Katelyn’s stunt wasn’t just a p in the face to Elora—it was a direct challenge to her family’s reputation. The crowd quickly shifted from shock to pity for Katelyn. They could already see how this would end. By tomorrow, Katelyn might be found discarded in an alley or floating in the river.


    Elora’s body shook with rage, but Katelyn remained calm. She calmly set the ss down and, without missing a beat, said, “Now we’re even.”


    Elora snapped back to the moment, her voice cutting through the tension with barely contained fury. “You’re going to pay for this, you bitch!”


    Katelyn wasn’t new to threats like that. She’d heard them over and over from Elora since the day they met. She understood Elora’s power, her connections, and had always tried to stay out of her way. But this time, enough was enough. Elora had crossed the line.


    If the rumors about her and Bartley had been true, Katelyn might have epted the public humiliation—maybe even a p. But they weren’t. And now, Katelyn was being dragged through the mud for something she hadn’t done. There was no dodging Elora anymore, so why not stand her ground?


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    That was Katelyn’s way. If she had to face a storm, she’d make sure everyone remembered the thunder.


    Her face remained calm, her eyes unwavering.


    “I know you think being a princess means you can do whatever you want, and yes, people might fear you because of your title. But that doesn’t give you the right to keeping after me. I have nothing to do with your fiancé. You’ve gone after me again and again, even hired people to kill me. I haven’t forgotten any of it.”


    Perhaps Elora had been coddled her entire life. She probably never considered what would happen if her title couldn’t save her one day.


    Katelyn’s fists clenched, shaking with anger. If looks could kill, Katelyn would have dropped dead on the spot.


    “Stop pretending to be innocent,” Elora snapped. “If you’re really not involved with Bartley, then why does he defend you? Why didn’t he pick my side?”


    The question took Katelyn by surprise for a moment, but then she smiled, slow and mocking.


    “Maybe,” Katelyn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “because he’s a normal guy who’s not willing to put up with your nonsense.”


    Elora wanted total loyaltyplete, unquestioned devotion—from anyone who imed to love her. To her, anything less meant they didn’t love her at all.


    In her psychology sses, Katelyn had studied people like this. They craved love, constantly struggling with insecurity, needing constant reassurance, and always requiring proof of love. It drained them—and everyone around them.


    And if things didn’t go their way, they were quick to throw it all away.


    Being close to someone like Elora—whether as a friend or lover—was utterly exhausting.


    “You’re the problem!” Elora hissed. “You shameless woman! You lured him away!”


    Elora stormed forward, her eyes cold and filled with fury. She focused on Katelyn’s face, her mind burning with the desire to destroy it.


    “You’re on my turf now. You’re an outsider, and you have no right to act out. Since you crossed me today, I’ll teach you how things work in my world.”


    Elora raised her hand, her sharp, polished nails aimed at Katelyn’s face, ready to strike.


    But before her hand coulde down, someone grabbed her wrist.


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