Eventually, Richard took the tray and the untouched alcohol and went back downstairs, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I considered what he said regarding his father. How big of an idiot could the man be to take on Aldrich Daniels? The company was all that my father cared about. He’d kill for it. Correction: he had killed for it.
Once upon a time, Aldrich Daniels had a heart and with it he loved my mother. He loved Genevieve Marchand more than any man had a right to love anyone. My father worshiped the ground she walked on—when he allowed her to step upon it. Aldrich Daniels gave my mother everything a woman could need in life and more.
For a short time, I belonged in that world. My daddy called me his princess and spoiled me beyond belief. There was nothing I could do wrong.
Until that ill-fated day.
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