Wedding Turned into Mourning
On my wedding day, my sister was drugged by my fiancé's best friend and viciously assaulted by a group of groomsmen.
When she came to, the shame and horror drove her to leap to her death, her broken body crumpling at my feet.
Herbert Brady shielded my eyes from the grisly sight, vowing to make things right. But when the truth came out that Lori Reilly was behind it, he smashed my phone to keep me from calling the police.
Lori shrugged with mock innocence. "The guys were just messing around. So what if they tore her clothes off? I've been half-naked around them plenty of times. Why was she so fragile?"
She slung her arm around Herbert's neck, whining, "I told you not to marry some broke nobody. Poor people have such brittle pride. Look at the mess Mona has made."
When I demanded justice, Herbert stayed cool, sliding a Centurion card across the table. "Ten million dollars. Enough to buy your silence? Lori is one of us, part of the city's elite inner circle. Push your luck, and you're making enemies of everyone who runs this town. Come on, it was just a wedding prank gone wrong."
I seized the car and snapped it like a twig. Ten million dollars? To buy the life of the Woodard family's cherished heiress?