Too Late to Grovel, Mr. Vance

Damian Vance loved punishing me.

Like that time I accidentally brushed against his precious Chloe's designer jacket.

In return, he forced me to watch as the private hospital cut off my little sister’s life-saving treatment.

I dropped to my knees in the sterile hospital corridor, slamming my forehead against the freezing floor until I was bleeding and bruised, begging for an ounce of mercy from him and Chloe.

"It was just pausing her funding for a few days to teach her a lesson for ruining my jacket," Chloe had scoffed, twirling her hair. "She’s not going to drop dead.