Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Brooklyn

Well, Louisa hates me already. That much is clear.

I guess it must be hard, living in my mother's shadow.

I think about the way Remington reacted when he met me the other night. The way he spoke of my mother.

He has never gotten over her, not for a second.

And Louisa must know it, with every fiber of her being.

Feeling almost bad for her, I do my best to give them all a smile as I lower myself awkwardly into a chair by the coffee table.

We're silent as a maid brings in crackers, cheese, and a tray of Champagne.

My gaze drifts to a silver tea set on a side table it. I can't help but stare at it.

"Oh my god," I say, leaning in close to get a better look. "I remember this. There's a little dent..." I turn the sugar bowl halfway round and, indeed, there it is. Right on the rim.

Remington says, clearly pleased. "You loved this tea set. You'd bring it out

goes stiff in

says, shifting uncomfortably. "If someone would let me replace it, it wouldn't be dented..." "Oh no," I say without thinking, looking up at them all. "It's such a beautiful set. You can't possibly-" "Well, if you're so fond

bite my lip. When you go. I bet she'd love it if I left right

if I'd never shown up at all. Tonight,

she goes on, gesturing all around the room. "I guess all of

you so much for graciously letting me live

I start, but then I fade off, not knowing

inheritance? What is she talking

back in his

I incorrect? Now that your first-born

everything belongs to her. She is

sighs. "You know it's

the house, inspecting it like it's

me. "Will you wait until his body is cold

I look between them, my eyes finally settling on little

kid. Is this

convince her. "I didn't even know..." I shake my head. "Weeks ago, I didn't even know this man was my

you sure as hell do now," Louisa hisses, standing up and clutching the

raising his voice, the rage growing in him. "You will sit, and you will treat my

to obey him, as

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