Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
The faces around them were familiar, all of them locals just like the Joneses, and yet...
Pippi tried to catch the eye of a former high school classmate of hers, but the other girl deliberately avoided her gaze. Most others were doing the same while there were a few who were downright glaring at her.
What in the world was wrong with everyone?
She looked at her sisters and saw that they, too, along with Astrid and her three great-aunts were all wearing the same perplexed expressions on their faces.
It was only when they were about to take their usual place at the last pew in the rightmost aisle that the puzzle pieces started falling into place. Mrs. Richards, a wealthy woman who took exceptional pride in the fact that her great-great-grandfather was one of the town's founding members, was suddenly blocking their way.
"I'm so very sorry," the woman murmured.
And yet she didn't sound sorry at all, Pippi couldn't help noting.
"But don't you think this is highly inappropriate, considering the circumstances?" Mrs. Richards' meaningful gaze fell on Astrid when she spoke, which left Pippi's mother frowning in genuine confusion.
"If you have to say," Great-Aunt Alice said imperiously, "then just say it."
Mrs. Richards struggled to keep her smile in place. "That would be rather crass, but if you insist, perhaps I should..." She took her phone out of her bag. "If you really think this is necessary?"
Pippi's gaze narrowed at the malice that glittered in the older woman's eyes. She was savoring this moment, Pippi realized. She was looking forward to something...but what?
"Is AirDrop okay?" Mrs. Richards asked in a dulcet tone.
They all said yes, and a moment later, Pippi and her sisters' phones started vibrating, and that was when it happened: the beginning of the end, and no one had seen it coming.
Astrid shook her bag in a fit of frustration, but its contents remained the same and she bit back a resigned sigh when she realized she had left her phone in her bedroom again. "I forgot my phone." She looked up, and that was when she saw how all of her daughters had turned white. "What's happening?"
No one answered.
Since Vik stood closest to her, Astrid tried to reach for her phone first, insisting, "Let me see." But to Astrid's shock Vik backed away from her, phone clutched to her chest.
And that was when it hit her.
"It's me," Astrid said flatly. "Whatever it is - it's about me. Isn't it?"
ACHERON WAS AT HIS desk when Wickham came striding in unannounced, an ominous look on his weathered face. "You remember when you asked cyber security to monitor any online activity concerning Ms. Jones and her family?"
The billionaire stiffened. "Have we been found out?"
"It's worse." Wickham placed the printout of the report emailed to him by the company's cyber security division.
What in hell could be worse than the world fucking Pippi's life up just because she had been foolish enough to date him?
He reached for the printout and had his answer in just a few seconds.
FUCK.
It was an anonymously posted exposé about Astrid Jones' affair with a married man and written in such a way that readers were meant to see Pippi's mother as both a home-wrecker and gold-digger. According to the post, Dolph McTavish, a businessman from Chicago, was a happily married man and father of three when he and Astrid happened to share the same flight to Miami.
It had every indication of being a paid character assassination, Acheron realized sickly, and even though his team only had preliminary results to share, he already knew that what his guts were telling him was real.
One way or another, this could and would be traced back to him, and Astrid had merely been caught in the crossfire.
People who love us only end up getting hurt.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The glass surface of Acheron's desk shattered into pieces at the violently forceful crash of his fist, and Wickham flinched. "Acheron—-" Bleak dark eyes turned to his, and for one painful moment, it was like seeing Acheron back when he was sixteen, and the boy had no one in the world.
"Amelia was right," Acheron said tonelessly.
The older man started shaking his head in protest. "Don't think like that—-"
"There's no other way to think about this," Acheron gritted out. "This is my fault, and it happened because I didn't have the balls to let her go."
PIPPI KNOCKED ON THE door to Astrid's room. "Mom?" She waited for Astrid to answer like she used to - gaily calling her out to come in, but there was just silence, and she wanted to cry.
My fault, she thought. This is my fault.
She tried the knob, and it turned easily under her fingers. Stepping inside, she found the room dark and silent, the curtains drawn. Astrid was a child of the sun, she loved the warmth and heat of it, and now her mother was acting like she no longer deserved to see the light of day.