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 tighter,

picking on her.” Summer piped up, clinging to Kristin, defending her from the vultures.

you out of your clothes,” the nanny gestured to the others to start peeling off Kristin’s layers.

Summer, he was just

Chapter 18

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

screamed, begging them to

were etched into her

enough? Hadn’t she paid her

want from her? Did she have to give up

but what about her Summer?

Summer to this world. It was her job to take care of him.

was born, her postpartum depression so heavy, sitting on the hospital

tempting it was to leap off

avoid being thrown in jail by Vincent

displeased voice came from the

servant gasped

exclaimed, thrilled, running to him.

to see Kristin. “Caleb, what brings you back? Weren’t you supposed to

dad’s back in town. He wants me back to talk about the

fists, looking

not even sparing a glance at his son.

be so

into the courtyard, Caleb glanced in Kristin’s direction, almost

clutching a child. He didn’t recognize her as Kristin at first glance.

had all been classmates with Kristin since high

stone for their mother who managed to marry into the high society

furrowed his brow, calling out tentatively.