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

Chapter 153

“I know you’re capable,” James sneered at Vincent with a contemptuous glint in his eye. “You managed to put her behind bars five years ago. What’s stopping you from doing anything else? James looked on indifferently as Vincent downed his glass of bourbon in one gulo and stood up to leave the dimly lit room of the old pub.

Alone now, Vincent sat in oppressive silence. Abruptly, he snapped, kicking over the bottles of liquor on the table, his rage turning into a frenzy as he smashed anything within reach.

Five years ago, that damn trial had become Vincent’s worst nightmare.

For five long years, Kristin had been locked away, and he’d been haunted by dreams of her. He saw her in the courtroom, her eyes filled with despair and resignation as she said, “I plead guilty.”

Vincent had lost control, shouting to withdraw the charges, insisting he no longer accused Kristin. He claimed he had given her the money willingly.

But the gavel had fallen, and the judge had pronounced the sentence. All Vincent could do was watch helplessly as the police took her away.

“Vincent, does ruining me make you happy? If so, then I’ll plead guilty.”

“Kristin, you have to atone for your sins.”

“Vincent, I’m not guilty.”

Once, Vincent had been Kristin’s salvation. But eventually, he became her personal hell.

At Rhett’s apartment.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Kristin stood shivering at the bathroom door, glancing around nervously. She stepped onto the bath mat, her bare feet cold against the tile, her head bowed

in anxiety.

Moving into Rhett’s place so suddenly had left her on edge, so much so that she forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom.

Twisting her feet together in a fluster, Kristin felt too apprehensive to disturb Rhett.

Rhett was clad in a silk robe, talking on the phone by the floor–to–ceiling windows to York.

Through the reflection in the glass, he could see Kristin’s discomfort.

and a scratchy heat built in his throat, his body growing

FitzGerald, shall I head back to the office tomorrow? Don’t worry about the shareholder vote. I’ll

the line, York called out

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“Mr. FitzGerald?”

reality, his brow furrowing. “Go to bed. Don’t call me

why. “Mr. FitzGerald,

word, Rhett hung

of Harborside Haven Airport, stared at his disconnected phone.

than ever, unpredictable, but unmistakably alive. “Mr. FitzGerald…” Seeing Rhett turn

fair skin flush,

his magnetic tone sending

dark grey robe that outlined the

handsome, the dim light only enhanced

felt like her heart was

a contractual wife, she understood her obligations.

unsure how to begin.

hand reaching out to touch her forehead, his voice deep, revealing

Kristin nodded.

feverish, Rhett let out

can…” Kristin began timidly, her hands fumbling with the towel, ready to fulfill her duties.

low as he spoke. “I won’t touch

looked down, her ears burning even

Rhett was sober tonight. Did he despise her

thoroughly.” Kristin quivered her voice.

could bury it in

feeling that any further provocation

one arm, Rhett said in a resigned tone, “I’m not a monster, you

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