e, a voice from another world dropping a bomb into ours. A single, resource-rich p

rom a founding family would be chosen. She' d g

e. My half-sister, Sabrina, who had only shown up a few

she said, her voice dripping with false hope. "Y

ncé, Ethan Clark, stood by t

to get married before the lottery drawing, securing our families' fu

ake sure no matter what, th

king over and taking my hand. His pal

look on his face. "Go on, d

ly. For the ranch. I followed Ethan out to his truck. One of our r

Fuller," he said, his ey

but I was too distracted to care. We drove off, the familiar landscape of Mont

urmured, "I f

unreadable. "Just rest your ey

ld went

wn room. My head throbbed. For a moment, I thought it was all a bad dream

weren' t Jocelyn Ful

rina Todd and

legs unsteady. Downstairs, in my father' s stud

low and triumphant. "She' s my wife. The Fu

eavy with a false-soundi

ll have no choice but to accept our terms. A private contract, maybe. She can be my mistress

a mistress in my own home, to control my own inheritance. The bet

m, to tear them apart with my bare hands,

nd me in the hall. "Jocelyn, there

in an expensive suit stood there, holding a brie

ocelyn F

, my voi

u that the federal land lottery was drawn an hour ago. Your name w