Semua Bab Husband Asked Me To Share Him With His Sisters-in-Law: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Anna, how can you just sit there?"Selena steadied herself against the table's edge and pushed to her feet. The wine glass had shattered on the marble floor, sending shards skidding in every direction. One had caught her hand, leaving a thin cut across the back, blood trailing down her pale wrist and dripping onto the agreement spread out below her.Last time, I'd been shaking with rage. I'd slapped Selena across the face right there on the spot.This time, I just set down my cup, pulled a napkin off the table, and held it out to her."Selena, you've hurt your hand. Let me have someone drive you to the hospital."Selena went still. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Across the room, Vivian froze where she stood, the agreement crumpling in her grip, her arms slowly dropping to her sides. They hadn't been waiting for me to agree. They'd been waiting for me to explode.Last time I'd exploded, said every vicious thing I felt, and walked straight into the trap they'd dug for me. I wasn

The message went out that night. Ryan registered an anonymous account, sent the documents to my father's old friend, and had him relay everything to my father on the other end.The next morning, I went to Garrett's office to look at the ledgers. He wasn't there. But Selena was.Her hand was still wrapped in gauze. She kept her eyes low, projecting the image of someone utterly fragile, until she saw me, and then the tears started."Anna, please don't blame me for what happened yesterday. I was devastated. I lost control.""My husband is gone. Died in that fight. I've been a wreck, and all I want now is somewhere quiet to get through the rest of my life. If Marcus is making me his mistress because of some obligation to continue the bloodline, honestly, I'd rather not. That kind of talk gets out, and it makes your position as Donna impossible too."I watched her twist and cringe through the whole speech while knowing exactly who she really was, the woman who'd had me destroyed in my last

The whole room went quiet.The man who had spoken to me like I was selfish, not ten minutes ago, now sat without a single word to offer.My father took his time looking around the table, then his gaze dropped to my bare feet and the bruises Garrett's men had pressed into my wrists, and finally it settled on the hand Marcus still hadn't let go of.Marcus released me immediately. He put on a thin smile and greeted my father like they were old friends. My father didn't respond. Even so, Marcus pressed forward with a nervous laugh: "There's been a misunderstanding. Just a misunderstanding."No one in the room dared breathe. The elder who had thrown my family's name in my face was now folded so small in his chair you'd barely know he was there.My father spoke. His voice wasn't raised, but every word landed like something thrown at the table. "Marcus, my daughter didn't have shoes on. What were you making her sign?"Marcus swallowed. "With respect, this is a Hartley family matter.""A Hartl

Selena came in with the bandage already gone from her hand, just a faint scar left, nothing like the bleeding wound from before. She wore a plain white dress and carried no trace of threat about her, on the surface.She sat across from me and sighed. "Do you know why he's really pushing for this alliance? It's not about bloodlines. It's about money. The inheritance from both brothers, combined with your dowry: have you ever actually added that up?""I have."She blinked. "You did?""Selena." I had the blanket wrapped around me, my voice easy and flat. "Was that cut on your wrist really from the day of the funeral?"She hesitated. "Of course it was. You saw it yourself.""No." I cut her off. "That wound was there before that day. Ryan saw you putting bandaging tape on near your room before any of this was ever brought to the table."Selena's face changed."You knew in advance that Marcus was going to propose the arrangement. You staged the whole scene, hurt yourself, put on the show. Y

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up.The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.People said I was jealous, that I'd refused to let my husband honor his fallen brothers. People said I'd used the Calloway family's muscle to push the Hartleys around and gotten what was coming to me. Some added their own embellishments, that I'd conspired with my father to plant evidence and bring down the entire Hartley operation.I sat out in the courtyard of the Calloway estate in the afternoon sun. Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one."All of this...""Is that the last one?""There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you...""Because I what?""Because you'd fallen for someone else."I paused. Then I started to laugh.I had spent every waking moment of my l