ppened. "Continue the meeting,"

st cousin, William Jones-the seco

rother, I heard Grandma. Did you real

ny glare that could

ith sympathy. While the sons of the Jones family didn't need political marriages to solidify their status, this was th

eldest. Otherwise, I'd be the one taking a stranger

suitcase toward her new home. Using the keys Davi

ment was huge-certainly larger than her sister's pla

nd began a self-guided tou

a kitchen, two bathrooms, and two spacious balconies. C

was shocki

ing room, there was almost no furniture. Out of the four bedrooms, o

small study, and a massive bathroom. Even with the partitioned space

vid's territory

es, offering plenty of natural light, and was separated from the Lord suite by a

l 'marital duties,' I'm certainly n

ingle pot, pan, or utensil in sight. The balconies were equally barren. Since they were so wide, Ch

David never

nto her phone and ordered a bulk of kitchenware and appliances. As for the furniture

s his house. She

ool lunch rush was about to begin. She grabb

waiting for her. "Chloe,

mov

ght things were fin

k a moment to explain. "My brother-in-law wants me out. He keeps picking fights wit

l complaining? He always seemed like a decent guy,"

-in-law I only give 2,000. My sister is a stay-at-home mom with no income; she has to ask him for every single penny. The more s

they actually have to do it, they complain about every cent. It's so unfair. Once a w

ind a job," Chloe agreed. "Economic independence

u move out just like that?" Sara ask

t mar

married? To who? You don

riek, attracting looks fr

and the rush is starting," Chloe said, a

onery and reference books until the lunch hour ended. Only whe

didn't even give me a heads-up! We were

ut the whole story-though she admitted she k

got some guts! You married a guy you met once? If you needed a place to s

well-off; Sara only ran t

ld have married my cousin! He's honest, kind, and has a great job. He woul

d lady didn't set you up? What if s

ones isn't like that. Even though I don't know Mr. Jones well, I can tell

isn't a game. You can't just find a random 'roommate' to spend the rest of your life with.