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Throwing her a wink, I walk to the middle of the stage and address the crowd.
“Did you think to mourn me?” I ask, meeting their eyes. I gesture to the room. “As sentiments go, it’s a nice touch and great PR, is it not?”
The police start moving through the crowd.
“You stand in this room under the pretence of concern, but did a single one of you search for me?” My face hardens. “Did you wonder if I was alive while you circled my assets like sharks?”
The crowd falls into silence, stunned at the accusation. The elite are worse than wolves, but they are never called out on it.
“How many of you have worked with myhonourableex-fiancé? How many are checking your accounts right this moment to see if I’m right?” I narrow my eyes. “We were all fools. Every single one of us. And now I’m back to reveal it all. My lover tried to have me killed, he let me be kidnapped. He allowed all of this, and then he circled the show like a wolf, looking for prey. Tonight, I’m going to destroy him, his name, his family, and his money, not that he has much left. I’ve never been one of you, not really. I will always be a street kid in your eyes, but guess what? I’m finally okay with that, and I’d rather be a street kid who survives than a dumb rich bitch swindled for everything by a pretty face and a name. I guess what I’m trying to say is, fuck Chaz and fuck every single one of you who stabbed me in the back.”
Someone claps. It’s slow at first, but then it begins to pick up speed. Another joins in, and another, and despite what I just revealed, despite coming back from the dead, they applaud me.
Because the rich love a good show.
Eric appears at my side and hands me the envelope at the exact same moment the police come on stage. With a smile, I hold it out towards them.
“No need to worry, officers,” I purr. “I have all the information you need right here.”
I drop the mic, literally. It makes a loud clunk that echoes in the speakers around the room.
I step off the stage and back into my life with the elite, but this time, I’m not doing it alone.
Glancing behind me at the four men who follow closely, I know that no matter what happens next, home is wherever they are. I may be a stolen trophy, but they are the pedestals I sit upon.
They stole me, so I stole their hearts in return, and nothing could ever be quite as perfect as this.
