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

Chapter 39

Yook, Edout boy the crop she’s spewing You’re not messy at all.” Kemp pulled out some peanuts and dumped them into kilatina hand.

Kustin dit dodge the just grabbed a peanut and popped it into her mouth.

Inthe chat Ruby know, the first time she blabbed about marrying Kristin off to Kemp, Kristin had already sneakily grilled the servants about him

Kemp had his stivalen with bipolar and paranoid delusional disorders, but it wasn’t like he was off his rocker all the time. It would only kick in when something got under his skin.

When he wasn’t having an episode, he was just like anyone else.

Kustin had done her homework on psychology back in the slammer and had her nose in tons of books about it. She got the drill with folks like him. They hated being looked down on but had a touchy and fragile sense of pride with a fierce protective streak. The trick was to play the weaker victim that would trigger their knight–in–shining–armor complex.

“Carey’s been yapping about you becoming my wife, saying I could have a bang with you.” Kemp plopped down next to Kristin. When she didn’t push back, he figured she was giving the green light

“So, you clued in that I’m sick?” Kristin eyed Kemp. “I don’t want to mess you up. I think they’re out to screw you over.”

Kemp gawked at Kristin, dumbfounded. “You’re sick?”

“Or what, you think they’re genuinely that sweet to you? Do they treat you well usually?” Kristin was playing her cards.

“Hell no,” Kemp cursed. “These people are all about looking down their noses at us. My dad’s been with the FitzGerald family for years, and not one of them respects us.”

“See? Carey can’t stand you, but suddenly she’s hooking you up with a wife, Doesn’t that ring any alarm bells?” Kristin whispered.

“What kind of illness did you say you have?” Kemp was growing suspicious, sensing something fishy about this Carey character.

“AIDS… It’s contagious, incurable, and it’ll kill you.” Kristin showed Kemp the bruises covering her body. “Look, I don’t have long left.”

the dark bruises on her pale

away.

a maid from the FitzGerald family, tarnishing their reputation. Your dad’s an old–timer there with a fat paycheck they can’t

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kick the bucket, it’ll blow up

In a fit of rage, he flung a stool

curled up in a corner. She was scared out of her wits… If Kemp lost control, she’d be in

been badmouthing

getting hurt. But Kemp’s manic mood had

cursing and

to be deaf to the

you think this could end up a murder scene?”

luck for messing with a nutcase. It’s not

over it.

nervously eyed the warehouse. “Can Kristin’s tiny frame handle

the window, the commotion from the backyard warehouse reaching him even

there.

tightly, Vincent was itching to rush down.

to swallow her pride and

Ruby’s coughing

maid came running

bolted to Ruby’s

still on her lips. “Stay with me, take me to the hospital.”

for a second, then carried Ruby downstairs, with Kristin’s fate slipping from his

her dead!” Even as Vincent got into the