Chapter 8
What happened next was completely predictable.
Some “warm–heart” classmate leaked the news about my return and newfound wealth to my hyena–like parents.]
A few days later, there they were outside my office building–looking completely out of place in their cheap clothes, faces. twisted with greedy calculation []
My “dear” parents had arrived.
“Savannah! You ungrateful little bitch! Get rich and forget your own parents?!”
“Heartless piece of shit! We raised you for nothing! Hiding abroad all these years, never sending a dime home! Think you can dump us now that you’re some fancy designer?! No way!‘
“Everyone look at this! Look at this selfish brat! Decked out in gold while her own parents still starve!“]
“How much do you make a month? Hand it all over! Every penny belongs to the Lane family!“[]
My father was hanging on the reception desk like some street thug
My mother had planted herself on the floor, slapping her thighs and wailing–tears and snot streaming down her face in an Oscar–worthy performance of victimhood.||
Their greedy eyes locked onto me like hooks, as if I were a walking goldmine.[]
Security tried to intervene, but my tantrum–throwing father shoved them aside.[]
The whole scene was a complete shitshow.[]
That’s when Dylan showed up.
He was carrying a massive bouquet of roses. Seeing this circus, his face darkened as he strode over.
“Sir, ma’am, please calm down! This is a professional building–you’re causing a scene!“[]
“Savannah has a reputation to maintain now. This isn’t helping anyone! Let’s talk this through rationally!”
He turned to me with that “Til handle this look in his eyes.[]
“Savannah, don’t worry. They just want money. I’ll negotiate with them–however much they need, I’ll cover it for you. You…]
“Dylan-”
A sweet, whiny voice cut through–Tina had materialized out of nowhere.[]
She hurried over and clung possessively to Dylan’s arm
Her gaze swept
my parents‘ performance, then
then settled on me with a malicious smile.[]
“Oh Dylan, why are you still defending her?”
Tina’s voice carried just the right volume–loud enough for everyone to hear.]
“She’s been playing you for years and you still don’t get it?“||
She paused dramatically.[]
Savoring the way my parents‘ eyes lit up with greed and Dylan’s expression shifted to confusion.]
Then she delivered the bombshell.]
“Savannah never got close to you because she liked you! Your mother paid her fifty million to help you get into college!”
“Mission accomplished, money in the bank–of course she bailed! All that heartbreak bullshit about hiding abroad? Total lies! She took that fifty million and lived it up overseas, buying her way into some fancy design career!“]
“Now that she’s successful, naturally she wants to dump these embarrassing parents!“]
“Poor Mr. and Mrs. Lane–raised this daughter just to have her pocket all fifty million without leaving you a cent!“[]
“Fifty… fifty million?]
My father’s eyes bulged like saucers, his breathing turning heavy, practically drooling.
You little bitch! You really to
took fifty million?! Quick! Hand over that money! That’s MY money!”
“Jesus Christ! Fifty million! Give mer[]
My mother stopped her walling performance, scrambled up from the floor, eyes gleaming as she lunged for me.[]
And Dylan.
He completely frozen.
