The Heiress They Discarded: Married to My Brother-in-Law

Holland, who was still her brother-in-la

ay

t going to dump that

a thin sliver of light and sound escaping into

ly felt like a block of lead. Inside rested an obsidian necklace. She had spent three months sou

with sweet anticipation just a se

from the unlatched gap of th

uelty she had never heard before. "She's a Richmond. She's the perfect, o

of the Elysium club's hallway seemed to flicker,

, Kara," Brock, Juston's friend, pressed, his tone thick with a

is stupid enough to be loyal. She's desperate for validation. She thinks I actually give a shit about th

y contracted. Acid burne

ug so hard into the leather of her purse that the seams groaned. The obsidian

neer, "is that keeping her pisses off Harmon Holland. We all know Adela was suppos

into a chorus of

," Juston added over the noise. "She's got

shook, threatening to give out right there on the expensive carpet. Every sweet text

nging heat of tears threaten

ced the

of pain grounded her. The violent churning in her stomach hard

into place. She didn't turn around. She didn't run away

reached out, her hand perfectly stea

ed the d

soft click. The raucous laughter in

a smug grin plastered on his handsome face. Brock was sitting across fro

terrifying calm. She looked at Juston not with h

den entirely in the shadows of a private alco

locked onto the scene

stant, murmured from the dark

silver cufflink at his wrist. A slow, dange