Mag-log in“How could you be so heartless? Susanna’s been through enough. She’s grieving. She’s pregnant. And you…you can’t even show a little compassion?” ------------ When Abigail Remington's beautiful sister-in-law, Susanna, suddenly arrives at her house unannounced, everything starts to go wrong. With crocodile tears and a large amount of luggage, Susanna quickly makes herself at home in Abigail's life, stealing the attention of Abigail’s husband, Conrad. As Susanna wraps him around her finger, Abigail can’t help but feel left behind, especially when her husband can't see Susanna for who she truly is. Everything begins to revolve around Susanna - “Susanna is pregnant.” “Susanna is grieving.” “Susanna needs our help as family right now.” But no one ever asks Abigail what she needs. As she is constantly pushed aside for anything and everything Susanna needs, Abigail is forced to ask herself, is Susanna trying to become the second Mrs Remington? And will her husband, Conrad, fall for her tricks? Or is Abigail herself the one being tricked here? What's the secret between Susanna and Conrad that they are hiding from her?
view moreConradThe men scrambled to follow me, but I barely noticed them. My head was buzzing too loudly, filled with fury and shame in equal measure. I slid into the backseat, deep in thought as one of the men started the car.The drive blurred past in a haze of anger. I could feel Sylvester’s and Jackie’s eyes flicking to me, but I didn’t care. My thoughts were running rampant.Why couldn’t she just behave? Why couldn’t she make this easier for me?I clenched my jaw until it hurt. She always had to fight and to scheme without thinking of others. Did she not understand how hard this was already for me? Did she truly believe I wanted it this way?No, she forced me into this. It was only like this because of her behavior. If she hadn’t tried to stifle me, we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn't have taken this road. But Mother left me no choice but to push back harder when she pushed me to the wall.I had been considering being lenient with how she would be treated at Pathways to Wellness. I had even
Conrad As the lake house came into view, I adjusted my jacket and glanced at the men beside me. Two of them, Jackie and Sylvester, followed me while the rest waited by the car. I turned to Jackie, who was trailing a step behind me. “Don’t forget the basket of food,” I reminded him, my tone sharp. Jackie gave a stiff nod. “Got it, sir.” We reached the porch, the wooden boards groaning faintly under our weight. My hand curled into a fist and rapped against the door. I pitched my voice warm, casual. “Mother? It’s Conrad.” Silence was my answer. I frowned and knocked again, a little harder this time. “Mother?” Still nothing. A sliver of unease threaded its way down my spine. That was odd. She should have answered by now. I should have heard her footsteps trudging to the door… unless she was asleep. That was possible. But in her current state, keyed up and restless, would Mother really have managed to nap? I doubted it. I pressed my ear against the door, listening for movement. T
ConradI hadn’t come alone, even though I had promised Mother on the phone that I would. The words had spilled so smoothly from my mouth, but I already knew I would bring men with me. Not just any men but Bonafide’s finest, the ones who now called me “Boss” with reverence that sent a rush of exhilaration through my veins. Although I had made the press conference today, I had actually taken over everything a few days ago, putting measures in place to make sure Mother never heard of it until I wanted her to. Now, I knew how she felt having such unquestioned deferrence. It was intoxicating. I had lived too many years under her shadow to deny how much I savored it. When the cars rolled to a stop at the edge of the lake house drive, I was the first to step out. The wind carried the crispy scent of water, mixing with the faint smell of pine trees that crowded the estate. For a moment, I stood there, staring at the house, wondering why Mother had chosen to come here, of all the places she
Marceline I stared at the phone in my hands, this fragile lifeline tossed my way, and tried to force my mind into order. One call was already wasted. Casillas hadn’t picked up, and I needed to make the two calls I had left count. I forced myself to think of Bonafide, of my men there and my network. Surely, even if Conrad had taken over, there had to be someone still loyal to me, someone who could get me out of this before I found out the painful way what the rest of Liam’s plan for me was. I scoured through the names in my head like a gambler rifling through their last chips. Faces swam before me: too many faces of men who had probably already bent to Conrad, men who would hesitate, men who might even betray me. But then one name surfaced: Hugo. Big, steady, simple Hugo. He was a man I had taken into Bonafide’s fold years ago, someone who had never once questioned me. If there was even a sliver of loyalty left among my people, it would be in him. My hands shook as I typed






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