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Author's POV
Bianca clenched her fists. She knew Samantha was deliberately getting under her skin. Looking at Samantha now, the difference between the lady she slapped and the lady standing here was clear. The cloth she wore was even pricier than hers. If she knew the tables would turn like this, she would have minded her business, but now that things have changed, she could only face it head on.
Nathan smiled and tried to touch Samantha, but she slapped his hand away. “Sam,” he rubbed the back of his head. “You didn't tell me you were this rich. You told me your parents were-”
“In a remote village with no means of survival,” she completed his statement, and he took in his bottom lip while giving her a nod. Samantha chuckled. “Yeah. I lied to you.” she answered lazily, her eyes roll
