Winning Hearts

He then sulkily moved away, "I know you're upset, it's all my fault, Grace, please don't be mad!"

"Let's just sleep! My heart is all the way back in my hometown, wondering how my dad is doing. I'm not angry, just drop the pretense, okay?" I said, feigning indifference under the cover of darkness.

He brightened up, leaned over, and kissed me, "Don't worry, fortune favors the brave!"

Disgusted, I clenched my hand inside the blanket, cursing silently a thousand times. He could stoop so low as to be involved with his own sister; I was utterly revolted. If it weren't for my determination to reclaim everything that was mine, I would spare no expense to bring disgrace upon the entire Smith Family.

But that wasn't an option. All the money was gone, the house wasn't in my name, and I had promised my daughter a big house—I couldn't break my word.