EXCERPT:
Hugh told me to call him 'Dad' when he tucked me in at night. He told me to call him 'Sir' when he unzipped his trousers under the desk.
I thought that was the limit of our sin. I was wrong.
Last night, Cole, my stepbrother, cornered me in the laundry room, pinning me against the washer, his knee grinding between my legs, while Hugh was just down the hall on a business call.
The fantasy of a ‘happy family’ died the night Hugh walked in on us.
He didn’t shout. He didn’t drag Cole off me. He just loosened his tie, leaned against the doorframe and asked the question that doomed us all.
'Is there room for Daddy?'
Now, I wasn’t a daughter. I wasn’t a sister. I was the only thing keeping the King and the Prince from killing each other... while they took turns ruining me.
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