I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

Rick said “I do” without hesitation. I said it too. My voice cracked, but I got it out.

We drove back to the estate in silence. Not uncomfortable silence – Rick’s silence. The kind that meant he was thinking three moves ahead.

The house was enormous. Twenty-two rooms. I’d been inside before, but never past the first floor. Never at night. The hallways continue reading …