A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Vera didn’t flinch. She hurled the washbasin straight at his head. The plastic cracked with a hollow thud, leaving a jagged hole, and the man staggered, seeing stars.

“I’ve called a lawyer. If you want to rack up an assault charge on top of everything else, go ahead. Hit me. Do it in front of my lawyer!”

Vera squared her shoulders, glaring at him with a burning mix of heartbreak and fury in her eyes.

“Mom’s been in the hospital for a week because of you. You haven’t called, you haven’t visited, nothing. All you do is gamble, drink, and beat your wife. What kind of man are you? I’m telling you, I’m here today to file for divorce on Mom’s behalf. If you refuse, I’ll call the police and drag this out as long as it takes!”

Her eyes were rimmed red, voice unwavering. Only she could feel the sweat slicking her back and palms.

“Ahem–Miss Leigh?” The lawyer stepped in, clearing his throat politely behind a hand.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Vera/muttered, lowering her voice and stepping outside.

shirt–though who knew how many days he’d worn it. He reeked of sweat and booze, hair still damp as he wiped it with the

of Mrs. Leigh–Carla–we’re requesting that you voluntarily dissolve your marriage as she wishes,” the lawyer said evenly. “Divorce? So she can run off with that other guy, is that it?” Hamlin barked out a bitter laugh, grabbing a beer from

jaw, fighting to keep her temper

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you have

her medical report. This alone is enough to not only end

the folder from the lawyer and squinted at the dense writing, his bloodshot eyes swimming. The blur of words made him sick. With a gag, he slammed down his bottle, tore open the folder, and shredded

her come say it to my face. See if I don’t beat her to death! And you–where’s my money? You promised me ten grand this month. Can’t pay? You’d better marry someone rich and send the money home. Don’t think you’re above me just because you