After picking up so many new skills from Molly, Alicia made up her mind: when Tyrone came home, she'd do her best to cheer him up. If he was happy, maybe their marriage could last a little longer.
But as the thought lingered, Alicia found herself frozen in place. Why, exactly, did she want to prolong this marriage?
Was it because she didn't want to separate from him?
She honestly didn't know anymore.
The doorbell rang.
Nicole stood at the entrance.
Wilma, clearly uneasy, glanced at Alicia. "Ma'am, just now... Mr. Lynch Sr. called and said Miss White is to stay here. I tried calling Mr. Tyrone, but his phone isn't connecting."
Wilma looked troubled; after all, Maddox was also her employer, and she didn't know how to refuse such a request.
Alicia was taken aback. Nicole was moving in? This was a clear message from the old manâhe wanted Nicole to be Tyrone's wife.
Wilma hesitated at the door, uncertain, since Alicia hadn't given her permission to let Nicole in.
Nicole, no doubt, had gone to complain to Mr. Lynch Sr., who called again, this time demanding, "Put Alicia on the line."
His voice left no room for argument.
Alicia didn't dare refuse. She took the phone. "Grandfather..."
"Nicole has no one in Seaview City. She'll live with Tyrone from now onâit'll give them a chance to grow closer. Alicia, you know perfectly well why Tyrone married you. He promised you money, so you aren't being mistreated. Don't be greedy. If you've taken the money, you can't ask for more. Do you understand?"
The warning was sharp and cold.
Alicia stayed silent.
"If you really are pregnant, this marriage will last until the child is born. But if you're lying to me..." His angry huff came through the phone. "Think very carefully about the consequences."
Alicia drew in a shaky breath, wanting to defend herself, but the old man had already hung up.
She remembered the first time she'd met him at that charity galaâback then, he'd seemed to think well of her. But now...
Prejudice, she realized, was like a mountain: impossible to move, no matter how hard she tried to explain.
In his eyes, she was just a gold-digger, a kept woman willing to do anything for money. That image was carved into stone.
Alicia sighed and looked at Wilma. "Let her in."
Wilma's heart ached for Alicia. She'd always thought Alicia and Tyrone suited each other, but with the old man against them... and Tyrone being so devoted to his family, there was little hope for their future together.
The front door opened.
Nicole swept in, dragging her suitcase with a sour expression. "What's your problem, Alicia? You really think this is your house? Why didn't you let me in? This is Tyrone's place. I'm the future lady of this house."
She sneered, shoving her suitcase at Wilma. "Get the master bedroom ready. I'll be staying there."
Wilma hesitated. "Miss White, perhaps you'd prefer the guest room on the first floor? The master bedroom belongs to Mrs. Lynchâ"
Before Wilma could finish, Nicole slapped her.
It was deliberate, a blatant show of dominance meant to put Alicia in her place.
Both Alicia and Wilma were stunned.
Nicole scoffed. "Watch your tone when you speak to me. I'm Tyrone's future wife. As for her, she's nothing but a cheap womanâselling herself for cash."
Wilma, holding her cheek, stood there, humiliated.
Alicia's anger flared. "Apologize to Wilma."
Was this really the long-lost heiress of the White family? After so many years supposedly suffering on her own, how could she still be so arrogant?
Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)
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