Married To My Husband’s Father
he murmured, his eyes glittering with a sudden, dangerous intensity.
“You are proposing a social scandal that will rock the entire continent. The press will tear you to pieces. High society will call you a gold-digger, a whore, a monster.”
“Let them,” Evelyn said, her face a mask of cold, beautiful resolve.
“I’ve already been to hell, Arthur. A little social gossip won't burn me.”
Arthur walked back to his desk, picked up a sleek, black fountain pen, and tapped it against his palm. He looked at her, really looked at her, measuring her worth not as a woman, but as an ally in a war he had been fighting alone for ten years.