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 skin,

away.

about that time you lost it and hurt a maid from the FitzGerald family, tarnishing their reputation. Your dad’s an old–timer there with a fat paycheck they can’t cut

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again if you hurt me, and I conveniently kick the bucket, it’ll blow up big time.

a lid on it. In a fit of rage, he

shuddered and curled up in a corner. She was scared out of her wits…

always knew she was no good. She’s been badmouthing my dad for ages!”

herself tight, trying to avoid getting hurt. But Kemp’s manic mood had taken

place, cursing and howling like a madman.

room, a few servants pretended to be deaf to the chaos, laughing

you think this could end up a murder scene?” A servant

not a crime if a lunatic kills someone,” Carey muttered

over it.

“Can Kristin’s tiny frame handle this?

commotion from the backyard warehouse

there.

Vincent was itching to

swallow her pride and

coughing up blood!”

maid came running out, panic

Ruby’s

I’m so scared…” Blood was still on her lips. “Stay with me,

hesitated for a second, then carried Ruby downstairs, with

it out. We don’t want her dead!” Even as Vincent got into the car, he gave the order to Carey, who glanced at

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