The Heiress's Reckoning: Ten Years Lies

g I apologize to his pregnant mistress. He was the broke kid I'd made in

acob had orchestrated the car accident that caused my miscarriage years a

our story. He paraded their love for the world to see, buying her

grief over our lost son, turned to ash. It was all a lie.

rashed the party. With the evidence in hand and my allies at my side, I was

pte

e Garre

s now standing in our living room, deman

world saw it and whispered about Jacob Gillespie' s devotion. The broke kid from the wrong side of the tracks who ro

iness decision. He was the man I had pulled from obscurity, the man my fathe

ve was the found

named Karina Flowers was standing in the middle of it

go, unannounced, a triumphant little sm

ping with a sweetness that felt like poison. "

my vast mahogany desk, the silence i

ce as cold and empty a

you to know. He wants you to step

brow was relaxed, his mouth soft. It was a picture of him in our bed, and the angle was intimate, taken by someone lying next

nd coil of control I'd spent a lif

lked around my desk, and picked up the

e and calmly poured the ent

r, soaking her pristine white blouse. She gas

he screamed, s

skull. I had followed her out, watched her call Jacob, her voice a pathetic, theatric

you pay for this, Ca

aked, droplets of rain clinging to his dark hair. He isn't looking at me with conc

my mouth. I walk past him, heading for the bar.

ou," he bites out, h

. It's over. Get your things. Get your

e seethes, taking a step toward m

"What should I call her? The future Mrs. Gillespie? The ambitious intern who s

roar echoes in t

just short, his chest heaving. His bodyguards, loyal to him, file in silently behind him, creating a wall

his voice a calm, dangerous ru

ve any idea what you've done?" he says, his voice dropping to a terrifying whis

e scar above his eye. The

the words a familiar, guilt-laden refrain. "

I laugh, a ha

ffect her ability to have children in the future." He delivers the line

in the rain. Jacob' s carefully chosen words no

barren, jealous wife attacks the fertile young mistress. It' s a good narrat

into it, crossing my legs. I am completely a

h steel. "You, the boy from nowhere. I gave you everything. My name. My fat

fists clenching at his sides. "You

goes to the inside of his jacke

e, their hands m

in a sneer. He doesn't believe I'll do anything. He has alway

I say

Before I can react, Jacob l

, hard. Arthur, a man twice Jacob's age but built like a brick wall,

is a sicke

off, standing over him. "You work for me now, old man. You

e, a look of smug sat

mistake. He fo

. I grab the heavy crystal decanter from the bar cart.

of the bodyguard closest to me. He

ge of the broken decanter in m

hiss, my voice dropping to a predatory

weapon in my hand, and for the first time ton

cade, feels like it's been surgically removed. In its place is a cold, emp

f blood from his lip. "Ma'am," he says, his

ncing him. My eyes are

And he has no idea the e