The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Don’t Take People for Fools

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Jill forced a smile at her brother. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken up, that’s all. Don’t worry,” she said, trying to sound relaxed so he wouldn’t panic.

Sean’s eyes were red with fury. His face was a mix of rage and guilt. “They laid a finger on my sister–I’ll show them exactly what payback looks like.”

He gently pulled her into a hug, patting her back like he used to when they were kids. “Don’t be scared, Jill. I’m here. I swear, they won’t get away with this.”

shifted to

Sloane glanced at the injured thugs being dragged out behind them. Her eyes Cameron, who hadn’t said a word since. But she still remembered how he’d looked when he first stormed in–like he was ready to tear every one of those men limb from limb.

Sean and Cameron took Jill home to the Besnard estate. Sloane got in Andrew’s car.

“Thanks for today,” she said quietly. If Andrew hadn’t shown up when he did, she wouldn’t have made it in time. Then it hit her-“Wait, how were you even at the school entrance?”

It felt too convenient.

Andrew kept his eyes on the road. “Ms. Sloane, I happened to have business nearby today. Saw you running out of the school in a hurry and figured something was wrong.”

Sloane nodded slowly and didn’t ask further.

By the time she returned to campus, Samantha’s piano performance had just ended. She was still standing on stage, bathed in applause and cheers from the audience.

She smiled gracefully, bowing to the crowd like a queen basking in glory–like she was the most perfect person in the world.

But when she stepped offstage and walked backstage, her smile froze.

Sloane was standing there, staring straight at her.

Her heart jumped into her throat. Why was Sloane back already? Did something go wrong

with Shane?

Even as panic crept in, Samantha kept up her smile. “You’re here to congratulate-”

Smack!

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Chapter 91 Don’t Take People for Fools

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Sloane’s hand cracked across her face. The slap echoed through the backstage room like a gunshot. Everyone around them froze in shock.

Samantha’s head snapped to the side. A vivid red handprint bloomed across her cheek.

Before anyone could react-

Smack!

Sloane slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. Samantha stumbled back, nearly losing her balance.

She stared at Sloane, eyes wide in disbelief and terror. She’d never expected her to go this far. Not in public. Not like this.

“You… Why did you hit me?” Samantha’s voice trembled as she clutched her burning face, stunned and humiliated.

Sloane’s eyes were cold–winter frost, sharp and merciless. “Why? Samantha, you really think everyone around you is as dumb as you? You really thought you could keep your filthy little games hidden?”

Gasps rippled through the crowd backstage. No one knew what was going on. A few people looked like they wanted to step in, but the tension in the room rooted them to the floor.

Sloane took a step closer and grabbed Samantha’s arm.

“Everyone pays for what they’ve done,” she said, voice low and steady. “That includes you.”

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