href="#ulink_3c7c9e49-c6f7-5c5f-927e-d75d12f5eeeb">Chapter eleven
The three girls stood in the drawing-room, waiting. Madison tried her phone again for the umpteenth time.
‘Why doesn’t my stupid mom turn her phone on? She’s only gone into hospital for chin lipo.’
Sapphire looked at her, not quite believing Madison was so shallow. Not quite believing she was Sapphire’s half-sister. The thought seemed to hit them all at once.
Madison and Simonetta looked at each other. ‘I suppose you and I got our height from him,’ Madison said. ‘Unlike the runt over there.’
Simonetta took Sapphire’s chin in her hand roughly, making her wince. ‘Oi!’
‘Hmm, I suppose you could say we have the same eyes,’ Simonetta said, scrutinising Sapphire’s face. ‘Not that you can tell under those eyebrows.’ She dropped Sapphire’s chin abruptly.
Just then the door opened and Brad came in. He looked at them, taking in Sapphire’s puffy red eyes. ‘I haven’t handled this very well. Sapphire, I’m sorry to have upset you.’
She stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.
Brad sighed. ‘Girls, I didn’t just bring you here to make that revelation. There’s another reason. A very important reason.’
Despite herself, Sapphire looked up. What could he mean?
Brad walked over to one of the windows and stared out. ‘I’m a very rich man, but I’ve worked hard to get where I am. And working hard meant sacrifices.’ He sighed. ‘No time to pursue love or have a family.’ He swivelled round to face them. ‘I’ve decided that I want more out of life. I want to slow down.’ He smiled. ‘I want to start having some fun for a change.’
A silence fell over the room. All that could be heard was the distant crash of the waves. Brad walked back, hands on hips, meaning business. ‘I’ve got money. Lots and lots of money. It’s more than I could ever spend and is enough to let me lead an extremely comfortable life. But now I have to think about what happens to all that money…once I’m no longer here. I want to pass it down to someone, an heir, to hopefully invest and spend wisely. I want to give it…to one of you.’
Sapphire’s mouth fell open.
‘Like, how much are we talking about here?’ asked Madison, in an awed whisper.
‘That remains confidential until I have chosen one of you. Suffice to say it is well into the millions.’ Brad paused. ‘Hundreds of millions.’
Madison looked like she was about to faint. ‘Hundreds of millions of dollars?’
‘Wait…’ said Sapphire. ‘You said one of us. You want us to compete for it?’ She was starting to feel more annoyed by the second. Who did this bloke think he was, coming in here and playing God?
‘Not exactly,’ said Brad. ‘But I do want to make sure it’s in safe hands. That’s why I invited you all here, to get to know you better. So yes, I’m afraid that I can only choose one heir.’
‘What if one of us doesn’t want your stupid money?’ Sapphire said. ‘I’m perfectly happy with my life, thank you.’
‘Are you, like, totally insane?’ Madison asked incredulously.
Brad looked at Sapphire evenly. ‘So you’d pass up the chance to have unimaginable wealth and all the opportunities that come with that?’
Somehow Sapphire couldn’t find the words to say no.
Brad nodded, satisfied. ‘I’m giving one of you the most incredible opportunity, but you have to work for it. I would like you to spend a few weeks with me, so I can decide which of my three daughters deserves the money most.’
‘A few weeks!’ Sapphire cried. ‘But I’ve got a job!’
Brad smiled. ‘Ah, yes, Jerry. I believe one of my people has spoken to him and he’s more than happy to give you some time off.’
Sapphire’s shoulders slumped. Not Jerry as well! It was one huge, great conspiracy against her.
Brad noticed her expression and smiled. ‘Come on, Sapphire, a few weeks with all this’ – he waved his hand round the luxurious room – ‘can’t be too bad, can it? And we still haven’t had the chance to talk about your music.’
He had her and he knew it. ‘OK,’ she said stiffly. ‘But if I want to go home, I’m going.’
‘That’s a deal,’ Brad said, ‘and I’m a man of my word. One more thing, I would like this to remain amongst the four of us until my rightful heir is announced.’
Madison looked pained. She was, like, dying to tell her friends she was Brad Masters’ daughter!
‘Madison?’ Brad said sternly.
‘Fine, whatever,’ she muttered.
‘Good!’ Brad said, smiling. ‘I think we should celebrate – we still have a bottle of champagne waiting for us in the garden.’
Five minutes later they were back in the gazebo, ready to toast each other. Just then, Brad’s mobile rang. He took it out of his pocket and pulled a face.
‘Excuse me, I won’t be a minute.’
The girls looked at each other. To Sapphire, it was more like opponents facing up for a battle than sisters bonding.
‘Here’s to us, dear sisters. May the best woman win,’ Simonetta said jeeringly.
Unwillingly, Sapphire held her glass up to clink with the others.
Madison took a swig, then smiled sweetly at Sapphire and Simonetta. ‘This is mine, bitches.’
Madison retired to bed that evening in a euphoric state. The news that the man she’d thought was her dad wasn’t her dad hadn’t affected her at all. She hardly saw Frank anyway, he lived in Washington, which was, like, the other side of the world, and he never had much to say to her anyway. And he had nostril hair. And neck spots…Just ewww.
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