Chapter 37
~ Yvonne ~
Oh f**k! I needed Hailey gone.
The thought had been circling my mind all evening, growing more insistent with each passing hour. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jackson's face when he'd given her that water bottle. The genuine emotion. The thoughtfulness. The way he'd looked at her like she mattered.
Like she was family.
That was my position. My role. I was supposed to be the one he doted on, the one he gave meaningful gifts to, the one who occupied his thoughts and his heart.
Not my pathetic little step-sister who'd shown up uninvited and started inserting herself into every corner of my carefully constructed life.
The Mercedes had been perfect. Expensive, flashy, exactly the kind of gift that reminded everyone — especially Hailey — of my value. Of my place
