PROLOGUE
Samantha
Months Ago
“You need to help her acclimate.”
My stepmother stares at me through the mirror, undoubtedly envious of the giant blue sapphire between my tits. The one she so desperately wants between her artificially enhanced ones.
I do have to hand it to her, though. She had an impeccable surgeon.
But while she might have stolen my mother’s place in our home, she’ll never get her jewels.
“Why should I help your son’s fiancé?”
“He’s not just my son. He’syourbrother.”
“Halfbrother.”
“You share the same blood, and in the circles you run in, that matters.”
“Thank you for reminding me, Dorrine.” I grab my clutch off the vanity, pivot around my stepmother, and leave my room, joining my soon-to-be half-sister-in-law.
Bianca looks me up and down with a hopeful glint in her eye. It’s tragic that such a sweet girl should end up in a family as venomous as mine.
“You look gorgeous,” she says softly.
Her friend Paisley comes over and hands me a sash that has the words Maid of Dishonor on it. Another friend, Kairi, hands me a pink custom-made Stanley cup that has Elliot and Bianca’s wedding day information engraved in gold.
I toss the sash and cup into the trash. Gwen, who’d readied a pair of sunglasses for me, backs away.
“Let’s not pretend like we’re friends. I’m going to your little party because I have to,” I snap, making my way from my father’s mansion toward the waiting limousine.
I suffer through dinner, listening to them talk about Bianca’s upcoming honeymoon, babies, and my half-brother’s political aspirations.
Every time I hear his stupid name, I want to throw my cup at them, but it’d be a waste of good alcohol.
After eating way too much filet, we make our way to The Shindig, an upscale bar in Milfield, where the real fun begins. And I’m not talking about the pretty dancing himbos.
In the irony to end all ironies, the person who Bianca was counting on to plan her bachelorette party got banned from the wedding, and because my stepmother is a demon, I was forced to step up to plan the event.
Initially, I’d refused, but after thinking on it, I decided it would be way more fun to play along.
At first, I was planning on taking them to a pottery painting venue that’s meant for children. It was going to be a surprise. One last fuck you to my future half-sister-in-law.
But then one of the other bridesmaids sent me a link to Hunks the Show, and that changed everything.
My car is already in the parking lot where I’d left it, because chances are, after this, Bianca will never want to see me again.
That is, if she can guess that I’m behind the upcoming calamity.
I feel a hand snake around mine, squeezing ever so gently.
“Thank you, Samantha. I know we’ve had our differences, but you really came through tonight.”
A genuine smile forms on my lips because I know what’s to come.
Yes, I’m a total bitch. I proudly call myself the Queen of Chaos, because wreaking havoc is what I do, and no one does it better than me.
