From Oil Heiress To Mountain Ghost

low. Three years ago. The manicured lawns of our

orch as they dragged my father away in handcuffs. He held the warrants. He d

for my younger sister, Molly, whose body was fa

which made it all the more monstrous. "There's a family in Texas. The Duncans. They have an arrangement they need filled. You go there,

he choice. My

ake her. With your family's name, she'll

I w

anse of the Duncan ranch, Caleb was there. He didn't greet me.

ase, not to help, but to toss it in the dirt. "You're not a guest here. Yo

beginning of

as just as brutal. He forced my head back, h

he repeated, his vo

t his cold, calculating face, and then at Caleb, the a

I whispered to Caleb, th

ace. "You hear that? She's mine." He leaned in close to Ethan, his voice droppi

ing the skin just above my collarbone. There, b

nally cracked, replaced by a flash of pure fury. For a si

, pulling my gown back into place with a r

otesque parody of affection. "Poor t

nd suffocating. He wanted Ethan to

felt nothing. I was a stone at