His Wife, His Death Sentence

affair at the family estate. I'd never been invited before. The old man hated me

dragged in by my arm like a misbehav

hrough the grand entrance. "He convinced my father to

as another humiliation, orches

n my face and walked with

Senator," I sai

ith disdain. "Jefferson. I'm surprised to see you. I did

within ears

ift?" he demanded,

ossed my mind. I looked at Eleanor, a silent plea in my eyes. Her fac

across the room, a triumphant smirk on his face

s, the shame a

lled him the son he'd always wanted. He pulled a heavy gold signet ring

the Senator declared to the room. "The perfect match." He then

ked at Eleanor. I was looking for a si

, and the expression on her f

lips. "No, sir," I said

follow him. To Eleanor and Hudson, he said, "You tw

n the second floor. It was a study, lined wi

id to one of his men

od ran

ed me to

standing over me. "She was supposed to be with

ng with venom. "You couldn't even keep he

plain, to tell him about the k

landed across my back, a line of pu

e. The pain was all-cons

creamed her na

idn't

od, my body convulsing on the f

kneel beside me. I smelled her perfume, t

croaked, reac

y and closed my eyes with her

a detached whisper. "This family has rules. You broke the

ful than any whip. I was just an asset,