“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

to her ear. “The minimalist one with the pearl buttons? Val, it’s a size four. It’ll fit you like a glove.”

Richard Wilson pulled a sleek black smartphone from his breast pocket. “I am dispatching my private driver immediately. Give me the coordinates.”

“Lakewood,” Melody barked into her device, holding a finger up to pause the boutique owner on the continue reading …