Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

“Because you made it about you. Everything with you turns into some long, emotional monologue.”

“You said you believed in me. That we would always be best friends. I thought you meant it.”

“I did until it got annoying,” she snapped. “You never gave anything back. I brought you into this world. And every time something good happened to you, it was because I made it happen.”

“That’s not true,” I said, breath shaking. “I worked my ass off. You were off charming every stuck-up heir

who’d listen, and I was in the back room rewriting your speech line by line because you couldn’t get through

three sentences without sounding fake. I cleaned it up. I made it work. And you didn’t even say thank you.”

“So what? You were good at being convenient. That doesn’t make you indispensable.”

“You told me I was your favorite person. Was that a lie too?”

“I don’t know, Amelia,” she said, voice hard. “Was it a lie when you stayed with Adam when it was obvious

there was nothing left between you? You’re no saint.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought he still cared.”

“He did. But then he saw me. And now he knows better.” she spat back

Jenny grabbed her phone, her eyes never leaving mine. Something twisted behind her expression-rage, desperation, pride. “You want to act like you’re the victim here? Fine. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

She took a breath, her voice sharp with entitlement. “You only have what you have because of me,” she said flatly. “Your job, your place in this world, even Adam-none of it would’ve happened without me letting you

into this world.”

Then she spoke sharply into the phone. “Dad? I want you to fire Amelia.”

Her grip was tight around the device, like she was willing the outcome into existence.

She paused, listening. Her expression began to flicker.

“What do you mean, no? She causes problems every time she’s around. Why does she still work for you? I

thought this was supposed to be my space-my family.”

Another beat. Her jaw clenched. She shoved the phone toward me. “Here. Don’t screw this up.’

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I held it to my ear.

“Amelia?” Richard’s voice was calm-almost too calm-but there was an edge I hadn’t expected. “What did Jenny do this time? Are you okay?”

I froze. I don’t know what I’d expected-defensiveness, dismissal, maybe him brushing me off like I was a nuisance-but not this. Not concern. Not that shift in his tone that said he knew Jenny was at fault.

It took me a second too long to answer.

I blinked hard. “I’m okay. Just… an argument. It’s handled.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

I handed it back to Jenny.

“We’re done,” I said. “You and me. Friendship doesn’t survive this.”

Jenny sneered. “You better watch your mouth. I have a thousand ways to bury you.”

“Then dig fast. I’m not the one going under.

I walked for hours after that. I didn’t feel like calling a cab. It was dark by the time I reached my apartment. My

legs ached, my throat was raw, and my thoughts kept spiraling. Not just about them—but about me. Who I’d let

myself become to stay close to people like that.

When I finally stepped inside, the air was quiet and still. My apartment was small but open, with warm light

from the floor lamp spilling over the faded rug, and a stack of unread books leaning against the wall like lazy

friends. The kitchen counter was cluttered with mail and takeout boxes, but it felt lived in-like mine.

Then I saw the box.

Small, neat and wrapped in a black ribbon.

I knelt to pick it up and opened it slowly.

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