real mother, not a replacement like Brenda. Her mother's paintings, vibrant and fu
ton, pulling a few simpl
f her younger brother, Leo. His bright, sunny smile was her only a
r. It rang twice, th
opped up. It was
oolish, think about Leo's
ow. Her breath caught in her throat.
y. Richard was sitting there, calmly sipping a g
olished mahogany desk. "What does this
ce was chillingly calm. "Leo's trust fund is under my control. With one word from me,
t felt white-hot. "He's your son
over her, his presence suffocating. "The future heir of Hayes Industries. It is my duty
, your father is just doing what's best for you. What's so bad about marryin
ly rehearsed duet of cruelty
stance was futile. They had her b
he would d
down the fury, the grief, the despair. Her
ard and Brenda exchanged a
tone softening now that he had won. "As lon
alked back upstairs, her spine ramrod straight, lik
shut the door, her bod
, completely
y. The tears had
ely reopened
in muted colors, but made of the fines
, a gift from her late mother, into a je
he didn't look at Leo's picture. She opened
alysis, his rumored cruelty. The accompanying photos showed
ye. "Power Struggle Intensifies within Carlisle
the back of her mind,
y him. She was going to survi
tice. She would protect Leo. And one day, she would ta
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