Chapter 3
I only know one thing: my biological mother searched for me for years after I went missing. Eventually, consumed by guilt and des she took her own life.
After I became famous, my face was everywhere–TV screens, magazines, billboards.
And my grandmother, sharp as ever, recognized me instantly as her long–lost granddaughter.
She came to me time and time again, begging for a DNA test, desperate to bring me back to her side.
The one who truly wanted me home was never the arrogant Logan Harrington, nor his high–and–mighty son, Ethan.
Nadia’s eyes snapped open wide as she shrieked.
“So what if Grandma recognized you? This is the Harrington family! What does her word mean here?”
She jabbed a finger in my direction, her tone sharp and venomous.
“Dad already made it clear–Ethan is the heir to the family, the one and only. He said you’re not welcome here, so don’t even think about stepping through these doors!”
I sneered inwardly.
Of course, she wasn’t related by blood. She didn’t even understand who held the real power in this house.
Leaning back in a chair I pulled over, I gave her a slow, mocking smile.
“Fine, let’s wait for Logan to show up. We’ll see what he has to say.”
The live stream was gaining more traction by the second, the comments section practically on fire.
I smirked.
If today didn’t turn into a full–blown spectacle, these two wouldn’t understand who was really in charge here.
I casually scrolled through the feed, letting the chaos simmer, when a booming voice thundered through the
courtyard:
“What’s going on here?! Since when did the Harrington estate become a stage for someone else’s drama?!”
I looked up to see Logan storming over, his face twisted with rage.
Slowly, I got to my feet, a faint, almost amused smile on my lips.
“No one’s treating this place like a stage. But some people? They’ve been nesting here so long they’ve convinced themselves they own the place.”
Logan swept his gaze over the gathered crowd, his eyes narrowing at the paparazzi’s cameras. His face darkened
Dohann Muromily. Thind in D.16.
further, veins bulging at his temple as he barked.
“Charles! Get these reporters out of here!”
The paparazzi immediately erupted in protest.
“On what ground We’re just here to film Jessica!”
“So much for being the great Mr. Harrington! Refusing to let your own daughter in the house? Where’s the decency
in that?”
Logan’s jaw tightened, his fury barely contained.
“Daughter? How do we even know she’s not here for the family’s money? Don’t think you can climb your way into this family just because you’ve starred in a couple of trashy films!”
“We agreed to acknowledge her, and instead of gratitude, she’s bringing shame to the Harrington name!”
I stared at Logan, my lips curling into a bitter smile.
The audacity of this man–a spineless social climber who’d even changed his last name to fit in–lecturing me about family values?
The irony was laughable.
Ethan, seeing my silence, assumed I was backing down.
He straightened up, smugly barking orders at the security team.
“Escort them all out! And for the next few days, I don’t want to see a single story in the media that paints the Harringtons in a bad light. Shut it all down!”
The paparazzi exchanged uneasy glances, most reluctantly lowering their cameras.
What they conveniently forgot, however, was that this entire exchange was still live–streaming.
Nadia jabbed a finger in my direction, her tone dripping with mockery.
“Looks like today’s little reunion isn’t happening.
Once you’re ready to play by the rules and show some respect, maybe we’ll talk.”
Logan chimed in with his own sneer.
“Don’t think having some blood ties gives you any right to flaunt yourself around here. The Harringtons don’t welcome women who sell their bodies for fame!”
“Get out now, before you dirty our family’s name any further!”
Just then, a powerful voice boomed from the entrance:
Reborn, My Family Tried to Bury Me, So I Burned It All Down!
Tu like to see anyone try to lay a finger on my granddaughter!”
Heads turned as a white–haired woman stormed into the courtyard, leaning heavily on a cane but radiating
authority.
It was none other an Grandma Ruth, the true head of the Harrington family–and my grandmother.
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