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

Chapter 18

Kristin backed away in terror, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at the nanny.

The nanny’s words took her back to her time behind bars.

She was fresh meat then, a newbie in the prison, and everyone was out for a piece of her. Her cellmates claimed their stuff went missing, and no one would take her word for it, no matter what she said. They all ganged up on her, clawing at her clothes, demanding she cough up the stolen goods.

Eve watched with a knowing look as Kristin clutched her child and retreated.

Ah, Kristin.

That was the only Ms. Turner, the former belle of Silvergrove University.

Back in the day, Kristin wasn’t just stunning. She was a cut above the rest academically, too.

Word on the street was that Kristin had mad skills, blowing folks away with her ballet moves and tickling the ivories like a pro, way out of Eve’s league despite her posh upbringing.

Both were high–society young ladies from Silvergrove City, but Eve, the heiress to the FitzGerald family, always played second fiddle to Kristin.

Eve couldn’t help but smirk with a sense of twisted satisfaction.

Once the humanities queen of Silvergrove City, Kristin had waltzed into Silvergrove University with top marks, but then, bam! She ended up in prison in the summer holiday of her junior year. That Silvergrove sweetheart, the apple of the eye of the city’s elite and the object of many men’s affections, never had the chance to foss her graduation cap before she was hauled off to jail.

What a damn shame.

Eve could admit Kristin had talent, but it was all trashed.

At the time, Kristin looked more like a beggar on the streets than the Swan queen she once

was.

“Kristin, you deaf or what? Strip and prove you’re clean,” Eve said with a malicious glee.

up tighter, saying

mom didn’t steal your stuff. Stop picking on her.” Summer piped up, clinging to Kristin, defending her

you out of your clothes,” the nanny gestured to the others

for Summer, he was just

Chapter 18

Kristin’s voice was hoarse, tears scalding as they

touch me!” she screamed, begging them to back

memories were etched into her

they enough? Hadn’t she paid her

have to give up her

but what about

to this world. It was her

the year Summer was born, her postpartum depression so heavy, sitting on the hospital roof for hours with her baby

tempting it was to leap off with

end it all and avoid being thrown in jail

man’s displeased

a servant gasped in

thrilled,

then moved instinctively, not wanting Caleb Gladstone to see Kristin. “Caleb, what brings you back? Weren’t

toward Eve. “Your dad’s back in town. He

clenched her fists, looking anxious. “Caleb… Do

ignored Eve, not even sparing

be so ruthless?”

courtyard, Caleb glanced

the corner, clutching a child. He didn’t recognize her as Kristin at

had all been

mother who

his brow, calling out tentatively.