Megan Cole - Fortune - The Original Snogbuster

‘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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