One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

our bedroom, or the west wing without permission.”

Caroline scoffed.

“Anything else, Your Majesty?”

“Yes.”

I pointed to the final paragraph.

“You will both leave this house by September fifteenth.”

Derek leaned forward.

“We can’t possibly fix everything in one month.”

“You don’t have to fix everything. You have to start.”

Richard nodded.

“I’ll pay for one appointment continue reading …