"You get close to Tristan Sterling, and you really think it's love?"
He sneered.
"Or is it just fear that if he rejects the marriage contract, your little family business will be instantly devoured by others?"
Rhiannon Campbell was so angry her palm was bleeding, with her nails digging deeply into her skin, yet her voice lowered.
"You... Are you threatening me?"
"You?"
He let out a disdainful laugh, his tone full of contempt.
"Not qualified. I'm not threatening you; I'm reminding you that your current status is entirely supported by Tristan Sterling. Without him, you wouldn't even have a place to stand."
"The glory on the high stage dissipates in the blink of an eye. By then, countless eyes will be watching you, waiting to see you fall in disgrace. Those wealthy ladies and socialites are vicious, waiting eagerly for you to fall into the mud, never to rise again."
Rhiannon Campbell's mind fleetingly passed over those familiar yet disgusting faces.
