When I Finally Stopped Begging
The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another.
And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off.
I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another.
All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills.
Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again.
He was critical.
Hands shaking, I called Chelsea.
She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU.
"Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it."
I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay.
She made me stand outside all night and liste