- 11.
He was right. I had lost my mind.
Without the experiences of my past life, I wouldn’t have done any of this. I’d been raised to follow the rules. Even in the past, there was no way I would’ve made such a public break with Nick at a gathering of high society.
But following the rules hadn’t worked out, had it?
The Jensen family might have had a hundred–year history, but it wasn’t on the same level as the Holts, My father, my brothers, and my uncles had always stuck to a conservative business approach.
So, when Nick hinted at things he wanted, they immediately compromised, signing away lopsided business agreements that allowed him to tear the family apart from within.
My experiences taught me that blind trust in a man with ambition only leads to ruin.
“Miss, has Nick Jr. sent you any word?” Rachel glanced at the phone I’d left on the table, her voice cautious.
Back in the day, Nick used to send me voice messages, filled with sweetness and charm.
This time, all he sent was a terse message: “Know your place.”
I scoffed and tossed my phone aside.
“Miss!” Rachel gasped, her voice urgent. “If Nick Jr. is willing to negotiate, couldn’t we…give a little ground?”
I cut her off. “Any birthday gifts today?”
Rachel blinked. “Yes.”
From a velvet box, she pulled out a diamond–studded ruby bracelet. Her eyes lit up.
“Is this from Nick?”
I brightened, too, slipping it on and choosing a new dress to match.
“Miss, what’s gotten into you these days? It’s so late; are you really going out? Wait for me!”
“Rachel, you stay here.”
I closed the door behind me and left, stepping into the cool night.
The obedient, meek Mila Jensen was gone. In her place stood Mila, the one determined to settle every debt.
