Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 543

Jade used to absolutely adore her grandfather, trying with all her might to earn his approval and affection.

But when she realized that, as Brandon's daughter, she would never truly be accepted by the old man, she knew that if she couldn't change him, she had to destroy him.

Only when the old man was dead and she had seized everything from the White family could she truly control her own destiny.

She despised Nicole White. She fiercely envied this missing heir who possessed everything Jade bled for, just by right of birth.

Her heart began to twist, warping into something dark and unrecognizable.

Her initial hatred and jealousy toward Alicia stemmed from the same place... Alicia had grown up in an orphanage, from the same bottom-feeding gutters as she had. What right did Alicia have to gain the favor of a man as elite and untouchable as Tyrone Lynch?

Meanwhile, Jade couldn't even get anyone to look her in the eye.

She maliciously bullied Clayton, the boy Reginald had adopted, armoring herself with viciousness and spikes.

She was jealous of the beautiful things others had. If she couldn't have them, she wanted to destroy them.

She calculated every move, but in the end, she became the discarded pawn trampled beneath everyone's feet.

She couldn't accept this...

Thunder roared across the sky, and the torrential rain poured down.

Jade stood stubbornly in the downpour. She looked toward Clayton's living room, staring at the warm lights. She knew Clayton was her only remaining ray of hope.

In her current desperate situation, only he could save her.

Brandon's threat of sending her to Europe was just a polite fiction. She had become a stain on him. He would abandon her, but not before wringing out her last drop of value.

She would be drained entirely—perhaps married off to some old tycoon for business leverage, or thrown to certain people as a plaything...

Jade's entire body trembled. It wasn't just the freezing rain; her very soul was shaking with terror.

She just wanted to win so badly. Was that wrong? She just wanted to escape the slums, to crawl out of the gutter. She just wanted her grandfather to acknowledge her. She just wanted to stand at the top and never fall back down.

Was she wrong?

"Miss White, please leave." The butler sighed, holding an umbrella over himself.

For days on end, she had stood here refusing to move.

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