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.

built

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

the line, York called out several times, but Rhett didn’t respond.

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“Mr. FitzGerald?”

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

understanding why. “Mr. FitzGerald, didn’t you

word, Rhett hung

Harborside Haven Airport, stared at his disconnected phone.

than ever, unpredictable, but unmistakably alive. “Mr. FitzGerald…” Seeing Rhett turn to look at her, Kristin wished she could vanish into thin air.

her fair skin flush, resembling a delicate and blooming

magnetic tone sending shivers

wearing a dark grey robe that outlined the

dim light only

like her heart

knew her worth. As a contractual wife, she

Kristin stammered, unsure how

Rhett approached, his hand reaching out to touch her forehead, his voice deep, revealing no particular emotion

Kristin nodded.

she wasn’t feverish, Rhett let out

Kristin began timidly, her hands fumbling with the towel, ready to fulfill

rough and low as he spoke. “I won’t touch you tonight, just rest well.”

ears burning even

Rhett was sober tonight. Did he despise her

washed thoroughly.” Kristin quivered her voice.

her head, she wished she could

sharply, feeling that any further provocation could

arm, Rhett said in a resigned tone, “I’m not a monster, you know. You’re

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