Page 21 of Resisting Mr Sterling

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In some ways, I wishmy legal team would just tell me what they’re thinking.It’s all over their faces.

They may as well just say that they think I’m a gold digger.Or they think I cheated on him.Or I never deserved him because I came from Nowhere, Arizona.

It’s the unspoken judgmental nods that irk me.

Especially Zander Sterling.

It’s like he despises me.

Yes, I read his stupid website, it’s why I chose him.

I will be paying Sterling Obsidian a lot of money at the end of this.Seven figures most likely.The least he could have done is give a little spiel about how great his company is.

How much of a shark he could be.

I wasn’t asking him to perform a stage play, for God’s sake.Just a couple of words to calm my nerves and convince me I’m in the right place and in good hands.

Nope.

Mr.Sterling seemed to take offense and, frankly, treated me with disrespect.

While my self-worth has improved over the past few years, there’s still a part of me who will always be that girl from South Tucson with holes in her shoes and parents who couldn’t give up their drugs of choice to take care of me.

Their crude messages eventually stopped when I no longer replied.Six months into my marriage, I sent them photos to share our news.

The message I got back was sickening.

So you did whore yourself out to a rich prick.Good, tell him to send some money to your loving parents.

I felt sick to my stomach and hid their response from Adam.He never wanted to meet them, and I was happy with that.Although hearing him talk about them as if they were trash didn’t feel nice.

He always had horrible things to say about most people.That was his excuse for restricting who I spent time with, saying it reflected on him and his organization.I didn’t see how.The media wasn’t that interested in me unless there was a charity something-or-other on.

I was boring.

But it continued.Adam particularly didn’t like Kylie.We met at the Kate Spade photo shoot that same night, shared contact details, and stayed in contact.Now we were fast friends.

Adam didn’t like it at all.

Even now Kylie is a famous supermodel.

In fact, he didn’t like anyone I met outside of his social circle.

Kylie, in return, doesn’t like Adam.She keeps most of her thoughts to herself, but she’s said enough over the years that I’m well aware.

“Court, he can’t tell you what to do and spend,” she said in the early days.

“It’s his money.”I shrugged.

“Actually, it’s not.”Kylie said.“But I know a friend in a similar situation.This is what she does.”

The piece of information she shared that day changed my life for a while.I sneakily found a way to use my cards to extract cash by purchasing expensive handbags, shoes, and jewelry, then returning them.I demanded cash back instead of putting it back on the card.While some said no, most didn’t.The Blackmore name was powerful, and I spent a lot in their stores.

Then I opened a secret bank account in my name and squirreled it away.Eventually, I found an online digital marketing course.It was a learn at your own pace course, so every day I spent a few hours going through the program.

I passed with top marks.

I loved it.I loved learning.I realized I was much brighter than I’d thought while at school, stressed and malnourished, tiptoeing around my father’s outbursts.