I CAME BACK TO MAKE YOU PAY

GRACE’S POV

My heart pounded hard. I had no idea what my father was thinking. Why would he be so cruel as to announce in front of all the dinner guests that I had been removed from the list of heirs?

“Grace, there’s something else Hunter would like to say,” my father said, casting a glance at Hunter—my fiancé.

The hand I’d been resting on his arm was gently brushed away. He gave a bitter smile and stood.

“Thank you, Mr. Hart. As Grace’s fiancé, I’d like to announce that I’m calling off our wedding.”

What kind of news was this?

Was this all a dream?

Instinctively, I slapped my own cheek to wake myself up, but all I felt was pain. This was real.

Tears began to fall and I quickly stood to cut off Hunter’s words.

“Honey, you’re joking, right?”

Hunter looked me straight in the eyes and shook his head.

“No, Grace. I mean this. I’ve found the right choice.”

His gaze shifted and fixed on a single point. When I followed it, I saw it was aimed at Eleanor—my stepsister.

What was that supposed to mean?

Eleanor stood and walked toward us. Her smile was radiant, and I desperately hoped what I was thinking wasn’t true.

But once again, my fears became reality. Eleanor and Hunter now stood before me. Hunter lifted Eleanor’s hand and kissed it gently.

“I’ve chosen Eleanor to be my wife, and in front of everyone here, I want to propose to you, Eleanor.”

Hunter knelt down and pulled out a black ring box. When it opened, a diamond ring sparkled brightly, dazzling the eye.

Everyone whispered and looked impressed. No one seemed to notice what I was feeling.

I was left as a mere spectator to a romance whose beginnings I couldn’t even pinpoint.

“Eleanor Hart, will you marry me?”

Hearing that, I instinctively screamed and shoved Eleanor so hard she fell.

“Grace!”

I ignored the shouts from the guests. I wanted to slap Eleanor’s face. I was sick of her.

Since the day her mother married my father, my life had only gotten worse. My father suddenly stopped trusting me, and all the blame for anything wrong seemed to fall on me.

I had always felt something was off about Eleanor—and I had been right. I was certain she had planned this for a long time. She wanted me gone so she could be the sole heir to the Hart family fortune worth billions of dollars.

“I will not let you take what’s mine!”

My hand was just about to land on Eleanor’s face when my body was suddenly yanked back so hard I fell to the floor.

My father stood over me and shouted, “Take her to her room!”

Two bodyguards grabbed me roughly, dragging me away without caring about my screams of pain from their grip.

“Let me go! You have no right to treat me like this!”

Once we reached my room, I was shoved to the