Chapter 4

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“Joycelyn, please.” Iris’s soft voice carried a subtle rebuke. “Phines wants what’s best for you–a stable future.” Her swollen. eyes betrayed hours of tears, yet here she was, still playing peacemaker,

Exhaustion swept through Joycelyn as she closed her eyes and drew a steadying breath. “That hundred–thousand–dollar engagement gift–why not sell off your own precious daughter stead?”

“God. I wouldn’t marry that troll.” Octavia drawled from her perch on the couch, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “You should grab the offer while you’re young enough to command a decent price. Once you hit thirty, you’ll be damaged goods.” Cold fury settled in Joycelyn’s chest as she met her mother’s eyes “Mom, is that really what you think too?”

Her mother’s averted gaze spoke volumes. The message was clear–Joycelyn had no real place in this family.

“Octavia.” Iris’s weak protest earned only a contemptuous eye roll from her daughter.

“Either marry him tomorrow or get out of my house!” Phineas’s voice thundered through the room.

with disappointment. “What was the

her off. “I’m your man new–your lifelong parmer. A married daughter is like water under the bridge. You can’t count on her

your father, dear,” Iris whispered,

father is dead‘ Joycelyn’s words could have frozen hell as

ungrateful shake. Let’s

as she watched her mother’s passive acceptance. Without a word, she stuffed her clothes into a suitcase and strode toward the door.

off guard. “And don’t bother coming

her suitcase and got

un came out.

the streets

plunged into the downpour, each icy drop another strike against her skin. Tears mingled with rain on her face as

a crouch, hands clasped over her head. These storms had haunted her since the rainy night that claimed

against the plastic wall. The wind howled, driving sheets of rain sideways.

God never closes a door without opening a window, she thought bitterly.

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