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

toward me as if I had somehow caused everything.

“This is because of her.”

I smiled.

“No, Caroline. This is because you walked into my home at eleven at night and handed me instructions for becoming your unpaid servant.”

“Your home?” she laughed. “Dad bought this house.”

Richard leaned back.

“No.”

Her smile vanished.

I set my coffee down.

“I bought it.”

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