Chapter 5

“So what if the title is in your name? Your family only has Dylan as a son, and all the property will eventually belong to him!”

“Once you marry, you're no longer part of this family. Are you planning to take this house with you when you marry?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s my property, and I can do whatever I want with it.”

“You’re so selfish…” Skylar stared at me in disbelief, as if I had said something completely outrageous. Before she could continue her rant, Dylan picked her up and carried her away.

“Avery, I’m sorry. Skylar isn’t usually like this; don’t be mad. I’ll talk to her. You just enjoy your meal, and after you eat, you can rest. I’ll handle the cleanup.” With that, Dylan dragged her into the guest room.

After all that commotion, I lost my appetite.

I returned to my bedroom to handle some work my assistant had sent to my email, getting so caught up that I lost track of time. When I finally looked up, it was already past 11 PM.

After shutting down my computer and getting ready for a shower, my phone suddenly pinged with a friend request.

—Hey Sis, I’m sorry.

It was obvious that Dylan had made Skylar add me on social media.

After I accepted the request, she quickly followed up with another message: “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t have the energy to lecture Skylar on the principles of respect, so I simply replied, “Whatever.”

I didn’t know if Dylan was using Skylar’s phone to apologize or if it was her idea; I didn’t want to figure it out.

Like I said, I’m not the one who’ll be living with her.

After my shower, I lay in bed and, out of habit, scrolled through Instagram. This action chased away any drowsiness I had just managed to gather.

The top post was from Skylar, shared just seven minutes ago, reading:

“My boundary-less sister-in-law also made an appearance. Not only did she force my boyfriend to wear matching scarves with her, but after getting dumped, she insists on moving into our master bedroom, leaving me and my boyfriend stuck in the cramped guest room.”

The exaggerated description made my blood pressure spike.

I couldn’t help but screenshot it and vent to my best friend, who immediately called me after reading it.

“Avery, can you really put up with this? What’s wrong with Dylan? How could he be dating someone like her? Don’t worry, I’ll come over tomorrow and see what kind of little diva she is!”

“No need. She’s not worth your trouble. Let her pack her things and leave tomorrow! If Dylan supports her, then he can leave with her.”

So she wants to slander me, huh?

And she didn’t even block me, making sure I saw it, trying to provoke me?

If I let her into our family, I’d be the one to change my last name!

I thought if Dylan liked her, I could tolerate her for his sake, but today Skylar really pushed my buttons, almost to the point of a full-on dance-off!

In the Stone family, it’s either me or her!