Chapter 25 : Scheming and Plotting
*Sylvia*
I stabbed my lettuce as I looked at the new article. I don’t know how long I had been sitting here just seething at the sight of her annoying little face. How had she managed all of this? And then she had the audacity to come to my house and act like I had betrayed her by getting engaged to Dylan?
That bitch.
How had she managed to bag my fiancé’s fucking uncle? Everyone knew who Miles Scott was and if they didn’t they were probably lying. He was the most sought-after man in America let alone New York. Everyone wanted a piece of him and somehow my annoying big sister had nabbed him.
“How did she do it?” I was staring at a picture of the two of them boarding his private jet—the family private jet that I had asked Dylan to acquire for our destination wedding. “How did you manage to bag a billionaire? Surely you have dirt on him or something. I wouldn’t put it past you, Dove.”