Her Stepmother Sent Her to the Duke as a Joke – He Offered Her a Chair Before He Said a Word

it or don’t. Just make the numbers match reality, Miss Hawthorne. I despise fiction in my accounts.”

Norah opened the first book. The handwriting was atrocious, a frantic, spidery scroll that practically radiated guilt. She picked up a quill, dipped it, and went to work.

The silence of the room was entirely different from the oppressive, hostile quiet continue reading …