When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 13

Vincent shot Kristin a frowning glance. “Where do you think you’re heading off to?”

Kristin looked down and started to back away with Summer in tow. “Nowhere. Didn’t have a place in mind.”

Vincent’s expression was foul as he warned her with his gaze. “Put the kid down. Take a shower, change your clothes, and come with me.”

Tightly gripping Summer, Kristin stepped back, fear lacing her voice as she stammered, “I don’t want to go.”

“Today is Ruby’s birthday. Regardless of your feelings, you are going!” Vincent’s voice echoed. icy cold.

Kristin looked at Vincent, panic–stricken. “I… I’m not going…”

“Kristin, don’t push your luck. Ruby’s not well, and she’s very kind to have invited you. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Vincent was coaxing Kristin to attend because he didn’t want to upset Ruby.

Kristin was trembling.

It was Ruby’s birthday. And it was her birthday, too.

Yet, she had forgotten her own because she didn’t feel deserving of celebrating it and was even

afraid to.

Sometimes, Kristin wished she could have died on the day she was born.

But life doesn’t deal with what–ifs.

“Vincent… please, can I not go?” Kristin pleaded softly.

Was he killing her? Wasn’t giving up a kidney enough for him?

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Vincent’s voice was a cold threat.

Kristin knew she couldn’t dodge this bullet.

storage room, she made him promise

situated himself on the scrappy bed, promising to wait for his mommy’s

last piece of cake, telling him

Kristin showered but still wore her clothes, waiting in the courtyard

knew she would face the

Chapter 13

that was the spectacle Vincent wanted, she’d give it to

nanny picked for you?” Vincent came out, looking at Kristin

birthday, so Vincent was dressed to the nines in a designer suit, looking better than a

sight of him. After all these

not used to them.” She didn’t want to wear a dress because of the many

her body.

thin. Nothing looked good on her anyway, so she might as

bothered with Kristin and

the car’s back door and got in,

glimpsed Kristin in the rearview mirror, momentarily lost in thought.

always ride shotgun in his

seat is reserved for me alone,” she

“Yeah, no other woman is

H

felt like a cruel

lot of Diamond Crest Hotel, and Vincent asked, “If you

weren’t Ms. Turner.”

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Kristin found Vincent’s words

desperately and cried out for help, but where was he when she needed protection the most? He was with Ruby. And he had the nerve to ask if she had

owe you nothing.” Kristin took a deep breath, pushed the car door open, and

out of the car, grabbed her wrist, and slammed her against the wall, pinning her down. “You owe me nothing? You slept with some nobody and had his lowlife kid. How

refused to

Have you been able to live without a man