The Jackson family had their unique brand of justice, aimed squarely at women who strayed—a system no doubt devised by Michael himself.
At that moment, Riley's face was a mask of indifference.
With Michael's intense gaze bearing down on her, Riley buried the fury simmering beneath her eyes and obediently knelt on the mat.
Nails dug viciously into her skin, spreading agony like wildfire through her body, leaving her trembling and drenched in sweat.
She bit down hard, so much so that her mouth tasted of copper, yet not a single cry for mercy escaped her lips. Finally, she managed a calm apology.
Chloe flashed a triumphant grin. "Ms. Sullivan, let's dispense with the formalities. We'll leave the past behind and move forward as sisters."
Pleased, Michael nodded approvingly.
As he took a
