Chapter 3

Back at the estate, the maids looked at me weirdly.

I walked into the living room and saw why.

All my personal belongings were thrown on the floor like trash.

And Gia was walking down the spiral staircase wearing a pure white wedding dress.

I bit my lip.

She lifted the skirt, smiling wickedly.

"Sienna, this is the custom haute couture Cassius spent millions commissioning for you, right?"

"Well, he gave it to me."

"He said your body is out of shape anyway, you don't deserve it. It's my lucky dress now."

She spun under the chandelier. The diamonds blinded me.

"Sienna, do I look pretty in your clothes?"

The dress was perfect. Gia looked glowing and victorious.

Years ago, when I first tried it on, Cassius told me:

"Sienna, this is a one-of-a-kind dress for my one-of-a-kind girl."

His words were still ringing, but his heart was long gone.

But Gia didn't know—I didn't even want Cassius anymore. Why would I care about a stupid dress?

I smiled calmly and unclenched my fists.

"Gia, didn't anyone teach you to pay for things you take?"

"That dress costs thirty million dollars. Please wire it to my account."

Gia's face twisted.

"Bitch! You stole Cassius and my place in this family for years, how dare you ask for money!"

She raised her hand to slap me.

But the dress was too heavy. I just took a half-step back. She tripped over her own hem and fell hard onto the floor.

Arthur and Julian ran downstairs.

"Gia, what happened?"

Julian glared at me.

"Sienna, are you bullying Gia again?!"

Before I could speak, a hard slap landed on my face.

My cheek burned.

I stared at my father, Arthur, in shock.

He yelled, "I know you hate Gia! But she just had a baby, how could you push her!"

Gia started crying, playing the victim.

"Dad, don't be mad at Sienna. It's my fault. She said the dress costs thirty million, and I can't wear it if I don't pay. But I don't have the money... she didn't mean to push me."

She looked up, pitiful.

"Dad, Julian, if I just pay her, will she stop hating me?"

Arthur sneered, furious.

"Gia, you're too sweet! Give this bitch money? In her dreams! I should have known, she's just a greedy whore like her mother!"

My heart dropped. I stared at him.

After years of playing the loving father, his mask finally shattered.

Julian stopped him. "Dad, don't."

For a second, a pathetic shred of hope sparked in me.

But then Julian said coldly, "If we push her too far, she might ruin Gia and Cassius's baptism ceremony."

"If she wants money, give it to her. Treat it like feeding a stray."

He pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and threw it at my face in absolute disgust.

"Thirty million. Enough?"

"Take it and get lost. Don't ever ruin Gia's mood again!"

I looked down at the check on the floor.

The last string of family love finally snapped.

I bent down, picked it up, and smiled casually.

Looking at the mountain of luggage, I didn't even want to pack anymore.

"Since Julian is paying, you can keep the dress. It's trash anyway."

I sneered at him.

"Since you have a new sister and a new 'mother', I won't stick around."

"I am done with this Family. I am done with all of you."

I grabbed my passport and ID from a bag on the floor and turned to leave.

"Wait—"