Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I don’t know why I didn’t realize before that there’s a difference between being rich and being wealthy. Elizabeth is wealthy. She came from wealth and married wealth. I came from practically nothing compared to her.
My husband used to be in the same bracket as her, but since we got married, he’s been stuck squarely in the rich lane. We can do lots of things, sure, but she and her daughter can do way more. That’s why I used to take her things for my Lacey when she was younger and then claim she’d lost them.
That was until that bitch exposed everything, and we were made to give back everything of value or face jail time. I hated Lily more since then. I mean, I’ve always hated her; she represents everything that is wrong in my life.
She has a better pedigree than my daughter because of me; she has those exotic looks that people were always going on about, even when she was a toddler, while my Lacey was always being overlooked.
Her mother dressed her like a little princess while my taste ran more modern. Of course, people couldn’t help comparing, and I was always coming up short. How was I supposed to accept that? I needed an outlet for my anger, and that’s why I did the things to her that I did.
I don’t see what the big deal is; it could’ve been worse. There are some stepparents who actually kill their spouse’s kids, and if I thought I could get away with it, I would’ve done it a long time ago.
But I knew if I did anything to her that they could see or be aware of, her mother and grandparents on both sides would’ve paid the judge to give me the death penalty. Didn’t they almost have me prosecuted when the truth came out? My husband had to pay a pretty penny to make that go away.
Everyone is always rallying around those two, the mother and daughter, and they’re always playing the victim. I know if my in-laws would only give me a chance, they’d see that they like me as much as they like her.
They should feel guilt over the fact that my Lacey has failed because of their treatment. Now their son wants to blame me when it’s his family who’s responsible. If they had shown Lacey half the care they showed Lily she would be thriving just like her sister.
Now Lily has a job with their company and will probably always have a place there, while my poor baby can’t even walk ten feet in front of the building. So they deserve what I’m about to do.
I can’t believe how easy it was to get into their place. I waited until dark and stole the keys from my husband’s briefcase, where he always kept them. He was out cold after our afternoon sex fest and won’t roll over until morning. Lacey, as far as I know, was at home in bed, sulking.
I pulled up to the gate and, unlocked it with the remote I found in my husband’s car and drove down the driveway. I knew the code to their door because I’d seen it once or twice where he had it jotted down since he always forgets those things.
Once inside, I was bummed that there were a few doors that wouldn’t open, but I lucked out in the master suite upstairs in one of the closets. There wasn’t much there. I wasn’t interested in clothes and minks, not this time around, and I didn’t bring anything big enough to take away bigger items. But what I did find was almost too perfect.
GRAYSON
“Dammit!” I forgot to turn off my phone, and the devil went down to Georgia started playing again. Lacey calling for about the tenth time in the last two hours. I was busy fucking my girl once again to the image of her in that dress when she looked over her shoulder at me with those eyes. “Answer it!”
What’s she up to now? I reached over her back to get to the phone, and that drove my cock in even deeper, hitting her spot, which sent her off as soon as I said hello. I had to cover her mouth with my hand so she didn’t give us away.
“What is it, Lacey? I’m busy.”
“You’re always busy. I need you to come over to my house right now.”
“No!”
“What do you mean no?”
“Just what I said, I’m busy. Besides, I’m not in town.”
I ran my hand down Lily’s back as she pushed back on my cock. She seemed wetter somehow, and I finally figured out why she’d told me to answer the call. She was getting off on this. “Hold on a minute, Lacey.” I put the phone face down on the bed beside us and went back to fucking.