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My sister hurled red wine across my dress uniform and told me I had no place in that ballroom, my father told security to get me out before I humiliated his future son-in-law, and I watched the stain slide over my ribbons, checked the countdown on my watch, and said, “You’re right. I don’t,” because in less than a minute the entire room was going to understand why I had really come.

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I saw Harper read that exact same realization on his face.

“Tell me he’s lying, Dad,” Harper begged, tears finally spilling over her eyelashes. “Tell me you didn’t know he was moving stolen money through my name.”

Arthur did what he had always done when the truth threatened his absolute authority: he changed targets.

“This is what happens when you let continue reading …

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