His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias)

The look on Amara's face was enough to show how fed up she was with Fiona. It was the last straw and Amara was tired. But before she could utter a single word, Bethany stepped in. "Ms. Larsen, I believe you're being severely rude and out of line." She stated firmly, making her displeasure known.

Fiona looked aghast. "Rude? Me? Out of line?"

"Yes. Not only are you insulting her without provocation, but you're also insulting my friend. Amara does not seem in any way at fault and I don't appreciate the way you're treating her, Ms. Larsen." Fiona blinked in surprise. "You're defending this slut-?"

"She is not a slut." Bethany firmly cut her off. "Now apologize."

"Apologize? Why the hell should I apologize to a lowly, servant bitch like her. I'm more than her, she's meant to be the one apologizing for fucking around-"

"Fiona!" Bethany without meaning to, snapped. "Are you still this stupid? I thought you became smarter, but you've proven me wrong, you're still like you were back then, thinking that you're a God as long as you talk down to people and belittle them. How shameful." Bethany's words hit home. The anger and frustration on Fiona's features slowly began to dissipate and an expression that resembled shame, took its place.

"Shameful? You're one to talk, a woman who couldn't even keep her marriage running for three years-"

"I'd mind what I say if I were you," Amara spoke up, glaring daggers at Fiona. "We've been very nice and understanding up until now, but don't think that we'll keep up the act if you keep speaking nonsense. Say one more thing and you just might find yourself in an unpleasant situation."

A frown found its way onto Fiona's face, but just as she parted her lips to form a retort, a foreign voice interrupted their altercation.

"Ms. Larsen," All eyes shifted to find a middle aged man in suit rushing towards them. "Ms. Larsen, I apologize, but you to step out of the store right this moment."

Her brows creased. "What? Me and not her?" She pointed at Amara. "She's the lowly servant here, not me!"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"No, Ms. Larsen, I was ordered to escort you away. You've severely offended honored guests of our boss and as a result, I have been asked to escort you out of the premises and blacklist you from all our stores."

Fiona didn't respond immediately after hearing this. It took her a few seconds before her brain registered what had just been said.

Then she exploded. "What the fuck?! This slutty bitch is the one you should be escorting out of the premises hot me. I'm the princess of the Larsen dukedom, fourth third generation golden model, you can't fucking do this to-"

"Fiona!"

Her rant was silenced by the sound of Tobias's voice and she stiffened.

In seconds, all eyes, including Amara's were on Tobias, and she watched as he approached, gaze lingering in her direction for what felt like the longest second before settling on his sister. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Haven't I warned you against creating a public scene?"

"But big brother, it wasn't me," Fiona Feigned innocence and pointed a finger at Amara. "She started the entire thing and now she's about to have management throw me out-"

"What a shameless liar." Bethany

interrupted. "She do one thing, then

say the other to save your image. So two faced," Her gaze shifted to Tobias, I presume the entire Larsen family are two faced. Hypocrites, that's the perfect word for it."

Tobias's eyes narrowed. What?"

"Now that I think about, working with hypocritical two faced bastards like you can really kill ones business," Taking a bold step forward, she looked Tobias right in the eyes, perhaps, I should have a brief discussion with my mother and have her reconsider that cooperation between you two."