Their Blinded Betrayal

The bakery, the bookstore, the investments, the property. All hers. David was

ebratory shopping trip

t seen in fifteen years. A man

es. Her

cheap and rumpled. But his eyes still

eading across his face. "Look at my little Jess

ran cold. "Wha

owned, the house Jessie now considered hers. He looked around, whistling. "Nice place. Very nice. Hear

Jessie demanded, her vo

around when someone suddenly gets rich.

wouldn't want your new, fancy f

rp, pierced throug

?" she repeated, her v

hair as if he owned it. "And a daughter should help her father, shouldn't she? Especially

eous. Enough to make a seriou

hat kind of mon

cash. Unless, of course, certain... stories... about your time in Reno, those little scams you used to run... or pe

e, demanding leech from her past

dn't," sh

lose, Jessie. You, on the other hand..." He gestured around

n-artist father. She' d clawed her way up, using every trick she knew. Sarah, with her easy life, her loving parents (who Jessie had

his lowlife ruin it

of him. But first,

needed to liquidate

aluable. "The Reading Nook" had prime location. The investment portf

Ray, and then... then she and David would move. Far aw

lan. Escape. F

estment portfolio. She had the signed transfer documents, all looking perfectly legal. She' d a

to the bank manager, a

I understand you wish to access these accounts

o sound confident. "I want to transfer the b

into her computer. Her pol

ooking up. "There seems

heart skipped a beat. "W

longing to the late Sarah Miller, including these accounts and this

h signed everything over to me! I have th

ler's estate. It states that a new will has been presented, and all prior transfers of assets made within a certa

ern. Chloe Vance. Sa

e blood drain

mered. "That's impossi

Hayes. We cannot process any transactions on these assets a

ed at her,

. Even in death, Sar

Jessie had built, the one she' d

ing, crept into her soul. Sarah h