Whitney tried to stop her but it was way too late.
When Anastasia prushed open the guest room door, everyone got a fall eyeful of what was happening inside.
Marco was on top of Valeria with his clothes all fucked up, while she was fighting him off looking like a complete disaster–hair everywhere, mascara? streaked down her cheeks.
There was still some weird floral smell hanging in the air.
The crowd absolutely lost in when they saw this,
“What the… what the hell is happening in there?” s
‘someone gasped.
“Holy shit, that’s Mr. Parker and Valerial What are they doing?”
“Jesus, this is so fucking embarrassing! It’s Mrs. Kingsley’s birthday party
“I know, right? How trashy can you get? Didn’t she just introduce her boyfriend to everyone?
Everyone was whispering and gossiping like crazy.
Whitney’s face went dead white-she never in a million years thought it would actually he Valeria and Marco in that room!
She’d had this horrible gut feeling the second she saw Anastasia standing there.
The whole plan was supposed to have Anastasia trapped in there–how did everything go so sideways?
Had that sneaky bitch Anastasia somehow flipped the script on them?
Standing in the doorway, Anastasia gasped and covered her mouth in shock. “Oh my God, Valeria, Mr. Parker, what are you what’s going on here?”
Two could play this acting game
Even though Anastasia sounded totally shocked, there was this cold satisfaction flickering in her eyes.
She’d seen right through Whitney and Valeria’s bullshit scheme from day one..
Since they wanted to destroy her reputation, she’d give them a taste of their own medicine.
Hearing Anastasia’s voice, Valeria’s head snapped up, her eyes wild with panic and rage. “Anastasia! You did this, didn’t you?
Anastasia put on her best innocent face. “Valeria, what are you even talking about? I have no clue what you mean. I just went upstairs to change my dress and heard some commotion, so I came to see what was up.”
“Thad no idea. Valeria, what exactly are you and Mr. Parker doing in here? It’s Grandma’s birthday party–this is really not appropriate, you know?”
Anastasia sounded genuinely concerned and confused.
Valeria was completely speechless, her face going through every shade of red and white.
“You.. you’re full of shit! It was obviously you who..”
“Valeria, shut the fuck up!” Whitney quickly jumped in
Damn it, if Valeria lost her cool and spilled everything, they’d be totally screwed
Marco had also come back to reality and was shooting daggers at Anastasia. “You manipulative birth, this was all
you wasn’t it?
Anastasis looked genuinely hurt and confused. Mr. Parker, I only don’t know what you’re tal set anything up? But seriously, how did you two end up in here together?–
Marco was emight completely off guard by het response and couldn’t think of what to say
He hadn’t expected this chick to be such a master manipulator–she’d totally played him.
Whitney was panicking and rushed to do damage control. “Everyone, please, this is aliviously Just a huge misunderstanding! Valeria, Mr. Parker, you need to get up right hoy! Don’t let everyone get the wrong impression!”
Valesta was biting her lip so hard it might bleed, her eyes burning with humiliation and fury.
She wanted to literally murder Anastasia with her bare hands.
But she knew there was no point saying anything now–she could only scramble to her feet and stare at the floor, to mortified to make eye contact with anyone.
Thank God Jasper was across the house talking shop with some business contacts.
If he’d walked in on this disaster, her life would be completely over
Marco also straightened his clothes and stood there looking like he wanted to kill someone.
Whitney quickly tried to manage the situation, turning to the crowd. “Everyone, this was clearly just a big misunderstanding. Let’s all head back to the main party–we don’t want to keep Mrs. Kingsley waiting”
The guests nodded and, even though they were dying to know more details, knew it was time to move along. They slowly started beading back toward the main house.
Once everyone had cleared out, Whitney turned on Anastasia with pure hatred in her eyes. “Anastasia, you really are a piece of work
Anastasia smiled sweetly. “Mrs Stone, takes one to know.co
y was so pissed her face turned purple, but given where they were, she had to swallow her rage and hiss, “Don’t think you’ve won. This isn’t
Whitney
over!”
Anastasia just shrugged and casually walked away.
“If you want to keep playing these games, I’m ready to play all nigh,” she muttered to herself, her eyes flashing with ice–cold determination
At that exact moment, a black Rolls–Royce Phantom was pulling into the Kingsley estate’s circular driveway.
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