Orphan to Unbreakable Queen novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Aubree clicked her tongue. “You’re burning my retinas.”

Carmen blinked, clueless “What?”

“That saintly glow of yours,” Aubree said, her voice

ice dripping with shade. She was totally calling out Carmen’s busybody act.

Carmen’s eyes got all beary, and she stood there, looking like a kicked puppy.

Cue the rescue squad. Some dude jumped in, all fired up ““Aubree, don’t act too big for your boots!

“Carmen’s just being nice, worrying about you. You’re not even close to her level!”

Aubree brushed Carmen’s hand off, smirking, “Oh, really? That fancy art program Carmen’s in? That was my spot. I gave it to her.”

If one got picked for Rithol Art School’s elite art camp and didn’t want it, they could pass it to someone else. But no one even did that

Her words hit like a grenade. The guy froze, jaw dropped, disbelief all over his face.

Carmen was the Wilson family’s golden girl. To keep it that way, Aubree had to stay in the shadows. Some of Carmen’s “masterpiece” paintings? Yeah,

those were Aubree’s

But Aubree was tired of hiding. She wanted her shot to shine.

She’d secretly signed up for the Rithol Art School exam, hoping to surprise everyone. But, as always, the Wilsons only saw Carmen as the one who deserved the spotlight.

The room buzzed with gasps.

“Aubree’s giving up her spot, is she, like, way more talented than Carment they wondered. “The teacher didn’t shut it down, so…maybe it’s true? And now she’s switching to regular classes? Is she nuts?

All eyes

flicked to Carmen, laced with doubt. The Wilson family’s “real heiress vs. fake heiress” drama had everyone guessing what was legit.

Carmen’s perfect smile slipped for a split second, showing a flash of raw jealousy

‘How dare Aubree spill that tea?‘ she fumed to herself. “Isn’t she scared of pissing me off and getting chewed out by the family?”

Carmen figured Aubree should be groveling for their approval, playing the sad sidekick to make her look like the perfect, big–hearted Wilson heiress.

Outside the open classroom door, two figures–one tall, one short–watched it all go down

Bowen Turner raised an eyebrow. He was just dropping off his nephew and checking out his investment in the school. He didn’t expect to see her again.

And she wasn’t the Aubree he’d pictured.

“Is that Aubree?” Bowen squinted at the skinny girl in the classroom. She looked frailer than in those old photos from three years ago. Hadn’t grown an

inch

‘And those shoes…” he mused. ‘The one

from her fifteenth birthday? How’d she come back looking this rough?‘

Alvin Tuner shot his uncle a curious look. His uncle had been in Odionland for three years, hustling for the family business. No way he’d know the Wilson family’s lost–and–found heiress

“You know her, Uncle Bowen?” he asked.

“Heard some talk,” Bowen said, all casual, like he was just asking about a random name. “She’s a Wilson, right? Doesn’t look it.”

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Chapter 6

Alvin shrugged. “Yeah, the Wilsons treat her like garbags. Worse than their help. Rumor is, she fought with them and split.

Bowen nodded, dropping it. “Get to class, kid. I gotta chat with your principal. Later”

He didn’t go near the classrooms. As he walked off, he texted his assistant.

When Kelvin Malone saw the message his boss wanting dirt on a high school girl–he nearly choked.

“He finally crushing on someone? Kehin thought,

He’d been with Bowen since college, and the

, and the guy never pan women a second glance.

Still, Kelvin’s stomach flipped. ‘She’s gotta be eighteen, right? He’s not that dumb….

Bowen had no ides his assistant was freaking out.

Alvin watched his uncle leave, scratching his head. “What’s his deal? Old guy having a midlife meltdown already?

He shrugged, strolled into class, tossed his bag on a chair, and zoned out for a nap. The weird vibe in the room? Didn’t care.

The second he walked in, Aubree saw Carmen tense up. She didn’t check who it was–didn’t matter.

She was late. By the time she hit Class 13, the teacher was already talking

After class, during the break, Class 13–usually a nerdy, quiet senior class–was whispering like crazy.

“You Aubree?” her desk mate asked, a girl with a short, spiky wolf tail haircut, eyeing her like she was trouble.

No surprise. Carmen’s work, obviously

To Carmen,

Aubree’s face didn’t show a hint of worry or anger

“You’re not pissed?” Matilda asked, head tilted, fotally confused.

Aubree flicked through her phone, barely looking up. “Pissed? Over this? It’s nothing The half baked lies and garbage posted about her on the school forum? Just Carmen’s weak attempt to dragher down.

In her old life with the Wilson family, she’d faced way worse–stuff that made this look like a bad prank

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