ugh the taxi window fe
rfume and a stranger's scent. Her stomach churned with a nausea that ha
glowed with dozens of missed calls and frantic te
ne made her
ack! Something ter
oarse whisper. A thousand terrible scenarios played through her
lla, the house her mother had raised her in. It l
led out. The front door flew
ere, a vision in a pristine white dress. Her
nally back! We we
wrinkled in disgust at the smell of alcohol and sex clinging to Chloe. A flash of trium
her away. "Do
st her into t
ard, were seated on the main sofa. They wore expressions
is tone dripping with paternal disappointment.
canned the room, searching fo
ther?" she aske
ugh Chloe's. She began to sob theatrically. "Oh,
"This is the notice from the hospital. Miranda... she had a sudden
were a phy
ack ink of the death certificate swam before h
body swayed, her legs
nomous whisper only Chloe could hear. "Don't blame me, sister. Blame your mother fo
e a bolt of lightning. The perfume. The d
over her grief, obliterating it. Chloe's h
AC
Chloe had put every ounce of her strength into it, lea
ce crumpled and she let out a piercing
feet and pointing a trembling finger at Chloe. "Your
spire against me, you murder my mother, you try to steal
a shrieked. "Jennifer is your sist
I don't recall my mother ever giving b
face wen
wed the truth. "That's enough! Jennifer is my dau
n his fury, the long-held sec
called a father. The years of pretense had fallen
from the kitchen, placing herself between Chloe and
, you're just a servant!" Rich
he pack of wolves standing before her. There were no tears in her
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