Hitting the Jackpot Without You Two novel

---- Chapter 4 Shawn roared, "You still haven't apologized to Queenie! If you don't, don't expect to have a single peaceful day in Nautilis!" The look in his eyes was viciouslike he wanted to tear me apart.

He was nothing like the boy who once made silly faces to cheer me up.

But I'd always know who they really were.

Nigel, the older brother, always had the polished charm of a gentlemanwarm on the surface but ruthless underneath.

Shawn, the younger brother, came off like a spoiled playboy, but in truth, he was just as cruel.

Never in my life did I think they'd use those very tactics against me.

"T did nothing wrong.

If you want to come after me, go ahead." Thad nothing left to fear.

They didn't need to chase me away.

I would stay far away ---- from them on my own.

And as for the peaceful days he mentioned? I never had any to begin with.

Shawn blocked my path.

Nigel, meanwhile, descended the stairs.

Seemingly out of guilt, his tone softened.

"Forget it.

Yvonne got a kick to the stomach.

She's probably learned her lesson.

I'll have the assistant bring over the newest perfume later.

Queenie said it would suit Yvonne.

"Of course, that's only if you promise not to bother Queenie again." So, what was it? A slap and a piece of candy? He must've forgotten that I've had asthma since I was a child.

I couldn't be around strong fragrances.

Back then, Nigel didn't even trust the maids, insisting on cleaning everything himself.

He even washed my laundry by hand.

All that just to make sure there wasn't a trace of allergen left.

---- Now? They'd all forgotten about it.

Theld Mom's journal close.

My nose tingled, and before I knewit, I let out a violent sneeze.

Bright red droplets splattered all over the floor.

I'd forgotten that Queenie's dog was still in this villa.

It would seem that I was about to have another asthma attack.

It felt like someone had wrapped a fist around my lungs and was squeezing tighter by the second.

My breathing turned shallow.

I tried to call for help, but my throat seized up.

Shawn scoffed coldly.

"Drop the act, would you?" The air drained from my lungs.

My legs buckled, and I collapsed to the floor.

Nigel took a step forward, but Shawn grabbed his shoulder and steered him back upstairs with Queenie in tow.

I fumbled through my bag and finally found my inhaler.