The Miller Curse: A Broken Vow

ars old in two months, and the Miller Curse loomed-marry or face ruin. My paren

was supposed to marry, had been having an affair with Sarah Je

iceless architectural sketch-a design I had always adored, a symbol of our shared dreams. He then soft-talked Sara

room full of pitying and scornful eyes. My world tilted. How could the man who p

twisted the knife. He even used the Miller Curse against me, threatening to destroy my c