Becca let out a quiet sigh as she deleted her mother’s number from her phone. “This is for the best. I don’t want any distractions,” she murmured to herself, placing the phone on the bed before tying her hair back into a neat ponytail.
She and Dean had been invited to lunch by Mark and Bianca. It was the perfect chance to subtly rattle Bianca—but Becca wasn’t just aiming to embarrass them. These people would face more than shame. She would make them beg—on their knees, broken. Maybe not today, but that day was drawing closer.
Dean who slowly walks in extended his hand toward her, and she accepted it with a small smile.
“You’ve got mischief in your eyes, mate. I like it,” Dean said with a playful smirk.
Becca laughed lightly. “Thank you for today, Dean, you helped me a lot with my mothe
