Ravaged by my brother-in-law
“What…What did you just say to me?”
“I said no,” I repeated, my voice smooth as silk. “I’m not changing, Liam.”
“Sandra, I am not asking you, I am TELLING you—”
Before Liam could grab my wrist again, the heavy double doors of the mansion creaked open.
And Liam’s mother, Eleanor Hale, stepped out onto the porch wearing an elegant pearl necklace, followed closely by his father, Arthur Hale.
“Liam? Sandra? Is that you out there?” Eleanor called out, her voice dripping with refined authority.