“Yeah, yeah, Toby will like it,” Mark said dismissively, already texting. “I need to call my dad. And Beatrice. The voucher says ‘plus guests,’ right? We can’t go to a place like this alone. We need to show up with an entourage. It looks better.”
I felt a cold stone settle in my stomach. “Mark, I thought this could be just us. Your father… he can be difficult with Toby.”
“Don’t start, Clara,” Mark snapped, his eyes still on his phone. “Dad just wants the boy to be tough. And Beatrice needs a break. She’s been stressed about her modeling portfolio. They’re coming. It’s a family celebration.”
He didn’t know that the “sweepstakes” didn’t exist. He didn’t know that I had purchased the Azure Sands chain three months ago, shortly after my grandfather—a man Mark thought was a retired mechanic—passed away and left me the Sterling Global empire, valued at just over two billion dollars.
I had kept the inheritance secret. I wanted to see if Mark loved me, the struggling freelance artist, or if he would only love the woman with the checkbook.
Three days later, we stood on the tarmac. When the private jet I had arranged—disguised as part of the “Grand Prize Package”—landed, Mark’s sister, Beatrice, stepped out of her Uber. She was wearing oversized Gucci sunglasses and dragging two Louis Vuitton suitcases that I knew were knock-offs.
She looked at me, standing there in my simple linen dress and sandals.
“God, Clara,” Beatrice sighed, not bothering with a hello. “You look like you’re going to a farmer’s market, not the Maldives. Try not to embarrass us, okay? This is high society.”
She thrust her carry-on bag at me. “Here. Hold this. I need to fix my lipstick before we board.”
I took the bag. I looked at Mark. He was busy high-fiving his father, Frank, laughing about how much free scotch they were going to drink.
I boarded the plane last, carrying the luggage of people who despised me, stepping onto a jet that I owned, flying toward an island that was my property.
One week, I told myself. I will give them one week to show me who they really are.
Chapter 2: Humiliation in Paradise
The Azure Sands was a masterpiece of architecture. Villas suspended over turquoise water, walkways made of imported Italian marble, and air that smelled of jasmine and sea salt.
When we arrived at the main reception, the staff lined up to greet us. Julian, the General Manager, stepped forward. He was a man of impeccable poise, wearing a white linen suit. He caught my eye.
I gave him a nearly imperceptible shake of my head. Do not reveal me.
Julian blinked once, understanding immediately. He turned his bow toward Mark.
“Welcome, Mr. Vance,” Julian said smoothy. “We are honored to host you as our contest winners.”
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