My father was clearly delighted with my obedience after everyone had caught Grant and me in bed together. Lately, he couldn't stop calling me his good girl. He'd even bought me several limited-edition handbags in quick succession.
'He's really giving that doting-father act his all.'
But I knew the truth. He was rewarding me with little treats, the way he would train a dog. The shares I deserved as a member of the Sutton family were another matter. He wouldn't give me a single one.
He'd even forced me to major in art at college while letting Owen study finance.
The funny thing was, my father thought the bedroom incident had brought him closer to the Renshaw family. As far as he was concerned, the deal was done.
Then a business deal he'd already negotiated with them suddenly ran into tr
