The look of anger in her eyes is one I am all too familiar with. The rumors of the girl who looks just like her mother, who walks in the steps of greatness, who loves like no other are more than true. The looks were all she got from her mother because that angry look in her steel eyes is just like her father's. Sloane Vanderbilt is the embodiment of her father with the face of an angel. If only the rumors were true. If only it were her mother who she truly looks like.
"You've made it this far. I think you deserve to ask," I said looking back at her.
"How could you do this to him?" she asked. An unselfish question from a very selfish little girl. She didn't want to soothe her own pain she wanted his relief. "You ruined him. You lied. I want to know why,"
"You wouldn't understand, Sloa
