My stepmother laughs, and I look at her. She shakes her head like she’s disappointed, before adding in her opinion, “You’ve climbed the social ladder, yet you didn’t buy your father the luxury car he wanted last month.” She tisks. “Selfish as ever.”
“Selfish?!”
“You’re the most selfish b***h ever,” Jack accuses, curling his hands into fists at his side.
I shrink back at the never-ending insults, unable to keep up with their attacks. They may not be physical attacks, but they spit insult after insult, leaving no room for me to get a word in.
“Enough!” A loud voice booms through the room. We all turn to find my father stepping out of his office.
“Sir—”
“I won’t allow you to bully my daughter in front of me,” my father declares. He walks over and takes my hand, pulling me away from
