When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 18

Kristin backed away in terror, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at the nanny.

The nanny’s words took her back to her time behind bars.

She was fresh meat then, a newbie in the prison, and everyone was out for a piece of her. Her cellmates claimed their stuff went missing, and no one would take her word for it, no matter what she said. They all ganged up on her, clawing at her clothes, demanding she cough up the stolen goods.

Eve watched with a knowing look as Kristin clutched her child and retreated.

Ah, Kristin.

That was the only Ms. Turner, the former belle of Silvergrove University.

Back in the day, Kristin wasn’t just stunning. She was a cut above the rest academically, too.

Word on the street was that Kristin had mad skills, blowing folks away with her ballet moves and tickling the ivories like a pro, way out of Eve’s league despite her posh upbringing.

Both were high–society young ladies from Silvergrove City, but Eve, the heiress to the FitzGerald family, always played second fiddle to Kristin.

Eve couldn’t help but smirk with a sense of twisted satisfaction.

Once the humanities queen of Silvergrove City, Kristin had waltzed into Silvergrove University with top marks, but then, bam! She ended up in prison in the summer holiday of her junior year. That Silvergrove sweetheart, the apple of the eye of the city’s elite and the object of many men’s affections, never had the chance to foss her graduation cap before she was hauled off to jail.

What a damn shame.

Eve could admit Kristin had talent, but it was all trashed.

At the time, Kristin looked more like a beggar on the streets than the Swan queen she once

was.

“Kristin, you deaf or what? Strip and prove you’re clean,” Eve said with a malicious glee.

just curled up tighter, saying

on her.” Summer piped

don’t strip, we’ll help you out of your clothes,” the nanny gestured to

Summer, he was just

Chapter 18

touch me…” Kristin’s voice was hoarse, tears scalding as they spilled

screamed, begging them

memories were etched into

enough? Hadn’t she paid her

her? Did she have to give up her

but what

to this world. It was

born, her postpartum depression so heavy, sitting on the hospital roof for

tempting it was to leap

could end it all and avoid being thrown in jail by Vincent and

displeased voice came from the doorway.

Gladstone…” a servant gasped in

exclaimed, thrilled, running

to see Kristin. “Caleb, what

toward Eve. “Your dad’s back in town. He wants me back to talk about the divorce tonight,” he

clenched her fists, looking

sparing a glance

have to be so ruthless?”

glanced in Kristin’s direction,

child. He didn’t recognize her as Kristin

been classmates with Kristin since high

their birth a social stepping stone for their mother who managed to marry into the high society by enticing

Caleb furrowed his brow, calling out tentatively.