LoveDrug

Chapter 10: We Broke Up the Day of the Kidnapping

Margaret ran upstairs to her room. She grabbed everything within reach and hurled it across the room, one by one. Outside the bedroom, the crashing and smashing sounds were so loud they could be heard through the closed door. Zocy, along with the family doctor, stood waiting outside. She had been working for the Stewart family for over twenty years, essentially serving as their housekeeper. She had watched Margaret grow up – spoiled, arrogant, and impossible to discipline. Back when she was the Stewart family’s rightful daughter, it was understandable why everyone indulged her. But now that she had been exposed as an imposter, she was still just as entitled, if not worse, behind closed doors. Zoey couldn’t understand why Summer’s parents insisted on keeping Margaret in the family. Miss Summer was a hundred times better than her.

By the time Margaret had smashed everything in sight, the humiliation from earlier had finally eased a little. "Alright, Summer," she thought, "tonight you only won because Trevor was on your side. That’s the only reason Mom and Dad favored you. Since Trevor is your biggest support, the man you love the most… I’ll make sure he leaves you. I want you to suffer." Margaret pulled out her phone, scrolling to Peyton’s WhatsApp chat. A wicked smile spread across her lips. She and Peyton weren’t exactly friends, but they had a common enemy. She had visited Peyton at the hospital once. The two of them hit it off instantly and exchanged contact information, knowing they could be useful to each other one day. After sending the message, Margaret finally felt better. She opened the door and let the doctor in to treat her neck wound. There was a good show waiting to unfold. After the earlier commotion, Jasper ordered the staff to change the music to a waltz, signaling the guests to…

Chapter 10: We Broke Up the Day of the Kidnapping

Julia was still frustrated with Summer’s attitude over the diamond necklace, but seeing how Trevor had defended her, she swallowed her anger. As Mrs. Stewart, she had lived a life of luxury and privilege for decades. The Stewart family’s wealth and status mattered to her. And no matter how difficult Summer was, she was still her biological daughter. If Summer married Trevor, it would secure the Stewart family’s connection to the powerful Larson family. Julia believed she had to strike while the iron was hot. Just as she was about to bring up setting a wedding date, Summer abruptly grabbed Trevor and dragged him outside. Julia was speechless. "Ungrateful girl!" she thought. "Can’t you see I’m doing this for your own good?"

By the pool outside the villa, Summer put distance between herself and Trevor. Arms crossed, her gaze was sharp and ice-cold. “What are you doing here?”

Trevor stared at her intently. Her makeup was flawless, her long, wavy hair gleamed under the lights, and her one-shoulder black dress hugged her figure perfectly. She rarely dressed so boldly, and he had to admit – it suited her. But then he remembered the call she hadn’t answered. Summer had never ignored his calls before. She used to pick up within three seconds, every time. His voice dropped a little. “Why was your phone off?”

A cold smirk tugged at Summer’s lips. “You didn’t care if I lived or died, but now you care about my phone?”

She continued, her voice slow and deliberate. “Let me remind you, Trevor – on the day I was kidnapped, while you were holding a wedding for Peyton, we broke up.”

Trevor frowned. He didn’t like hearing the word “break up” from her mouth. If she hadn’t brought it up that day, maybe he wouldn’t have reacted so coldly.

He let out a soft scoff, his voice tinged with mockery. "If it wasn’t for me just now, Margaret would’ve crushed you completely. Summer, you sure have a sharp tongue when it comes to me, but with the Stewart family, you’re nothing but a pushover. What, does your temper only work on me?"

Five years together; he knew exactly how to strike a nerve. But this time, Summer didn’t get angry. Instead, she chuckled, completely indifferent, as if she were speaking to a stranger. “Oh, right. Thanks for earlier. Let’s just call it my breakup compensation for the five years I wasted on you.”

Her detached, emotionless attitude made Trevor’s brows furrow even tighter. He didn’t believe Summer truly wanted to break up. If she wanted to be favored in the Stewart family, she needed his support to keep Jasper and Julia in check. This was just her way of throwing a tantrum, protesting his wedding with Peyton. He took a step closer, his tone softening slightly. “You’ve been giving me the silent treatment for days. You even pulled that whole kidnapping stunt. Fine, Summer, I won’t hold it against you.”

He continued, “The wedding with Peyton was just to fulfill her last wish. If it really bothers you that much, I promise our wedding will be even more grand.” His tone was so condescending – like he was granting her a favor, giving her the greatest possible compromise. Summer found it utterly laughable. She had loved this man for five years, yet he didn’t understand her at all. He actually believed the kidnapping was something she orchestrated, just to get his attention. At that moment, she realized just how foolish she had been. She took another step back. Her heels were now only half a meter from the pool’s edge. Every fiber of her being rejected Trevor’s presence. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk. “Trevor, you really think a more luxurious wedding will make me forgive you? That I’ll go back to waiting for you like before?”

She continued, “I’m completely done with you. In fact, I sincerely hope you and Peyton are locked together forever. A fake wedding is so boring – you should go ahead and make it real.”

Trevor’s expression darkened. In the past, as long as he told Summer he wouldn’t hold a grudge and offered her a more extravagant wedding, she would always take the chance to make up with him. But tonight, she was different. She felt unfamiliar. And it irritated him. Pressing his fingers against his temples, he forced himself to be patient. “Summer, stop being dramatic. My patience is limited. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll consider it as compensation.”

Summer was about to respond when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone. Peyton. Dressed in a white gown, standing at the villa entrance, looking as delicate and frail as ever. Summer’s lips curled into a smirk. "Trevor," she thought, "if you truly care about me, then tonight, in front of everyone, choose me over Peyton. Just once."