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

Chapter 22

“Vincent! You’re a beast,” Caleb was itching to charge forward but got blocked by Vincent’s

crew.

“Mr. Gladstone, you best sit tight and watch.” They were helpless. After all, it was Vincent, a member of the FitzGerald family, Rhett’s younger brother.

In Silvergrove City, who’d dare to pick a fight with the FitzGeralds?

Who’d have the nerve to take on Rhett?

Everyone sucked up to Vincent not because of who he was but because he was Rhett’s brother. “Caleb, keep your cool. If you don’t throw a punch, I’ll tell my brother to put in a good word for you with Mr. Bryce,” Vincent said mockingly, using the Gladstone Group to threaten Caleb.

He bet Caleb, the yellow–bellied guy, would cave for his interests.

He just wanted Kristin to see what kind of a man Caleb was.

“Let me go…” Kristin pleaded through tears. “Vincent, please, let me go.”

But begging was useless. Kristin should’ve known that by then.

A few guys roughly grabbed Kristin, pushing her down on the couch, trying to rip her clothes off. Kristin cried and struggled, but it was no use.

“Help me… please, help me…” Kristin looked to Caleb for rescue, feeling like she’d fallen into an icy pit, cold and suffocating.

Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he wanted to step forward, but he hesitated.

Without the Gladstone Group, he’d be another doormat in their circle. Fingers clenched until they shook, Caleb looked away.

He hadn’t expected that Ms. Turner, once so untouchable, would be brought so low by this

crowd.

That blooming white rose was nothing but withered petals.

it was like he wanted to strip Kristin of all her thorns, of

at Caleb with despair,

these people possibly save

on the couch, Kristin ceased her futile attempts to

clothes open, seeing her body covered in bruises and

Chapter 22

prison stint, those bought off by Vincent ensured she received “special treatment” – a daily dose of bullying. Those bruises

chick sick or what? What’s with all these bruises?” Someone said with disgust, instinctively letting

a good time but not at the risk of catching something.

from

guys she’s been with. She’s filthy. Vincent, we

lay there, eyes empty, not moving

girl was to start a sex

through this

a crush on her back then, and Kristin would find love letters on her desk

persistent suitor, followed by Caleb.

had publicly confessed to Kristin, but Kristin turned them down gently.

had already slept with

cried many times over these rumors and was bullied

blood on her ballet costume and stuffed razor blades into her

↑ dance shoes.

one daring to mess

then, Kristin had seen Vincent as her redemption, a beam of light in her dark world and savior. But suddenly, the savior turned into

good is she if she’s

her if

day and couldn’t eat or sleep well because of Kristin.

be here

couch, listening to

clothes, realizing all the buttons had been

cry, because there were

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