THE SCANDAL
Author: PRESTIGEEE
last update2025-11-14 00:18:00

CHAPTER 104 – THE SCANDAL

The room froze for half a heartbeat.

A few heads turned, curious eyes darting toward the table where the Arizona sisters sat locked in silence. Joyce’s voice still hung in the air — soft but sharp enough to cut glass. No, bitch, it’s mine.

Lola’s lips parted in disbelief. Her smile faltered for the first time all evening. “What did you just say?”

Joyce didn’t move. She just stared up at her sister, her hand still resting on the velvet box between them. The tension in her shoulders trembled like a pulled wire.

“You heard me,” Joyce said quietly. “Let go.”

A ripple of whispers began to rise around them — subtle at first, like the sound of silk rustling. Guests pretending not to watch, eyes glancing sideways over the rims of champagne glasses.

Lola leaned closer, her expression changing from shock to fury. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” she hissed under her breath. “Let go of it before people start talking.”

“They already are,” Joyce said, her tone colder now.
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