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.

curled up

your stuff. Stop picking on her.” Summer piped up, clinging

we’ll help you out of your clothes,” the

just a kid,

Chapter 18

touch me…” Kristin’s voice was hoarse, tears scalding as they spilled over.

touch me!” she screamed, begging them to back

into her soul,

Hadn’t she paid her dues?

want from her? Did she have to give

could die, but what

It was her job to take care of

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

leap off with

being thrown in jail

man’s displeased voice

Gladstone…” a servant

thrilled, running to

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

toward Eve. “Your dad’s back in town. He wants me back to talk about

fists, looking anxious. “Caleb… Do

not even sparing

be so

Caleb glanced in Kristin’s direction,

in the corner, clutching a child.

been classmates with Kristin

mother who managed to marry into the high society by enticing Holcomb FitzGerald.

brow, calling out tentatively.