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wasn’t shame.

Bella didn’t do shame.

It was annoyance.

The annoyance of a child who has been asked to explain why they drew on the walls.

“It’s not 400,000,” she shouted back, leaning against her bright yellow car. “It’s capital. You wouldn’t understand, Rowan. You work for a paycheck. I’m building an empire.”

“An empire?” I repeated, my voice flat. “Is continue reading …