The Serpent's Kiss: A Wife's Revenge

Stanton family. My three perfect brothers showered me with a

et the mansion on fire, they stoo

laughing thro

d. "Pretending to love her all t

r me was Grayson Stanton-the cold, di

llapsed, whispering, "I'm

their affection, a p

back in the lawyer's offic

fortune, the will says I must marry

er asked for my

Grayson

pte

die, you see your life

it was t

of the old mansion groaning as

ed brothers, Jackson, Brett, an

't trying

aiting for

il, as I sat in the sterile, quiet off

Davison, said, his voice soft.

ing at the document on the la

all of its assets, valued in the

g. I already

Stanton family," he continued, his eyes f

He had no idea I was a ghost, a vengeful spi

yn? The will specifies one of your thr

a family joke, how none of them looked a thing like our f

d at me while they

said, my v

e a small, unde

and Jackson Graham have been inseparable since childhood.

ered tha

lies. I remembered saying "I do" in my

man' s hand, Keira' s hand, as he told h

word sharp and col

n' s smile

N

e marrying Ja

s Brett? He's a steady young man. Or Andrew?

trying to guide the poor or

ng Brett Mathews or A

d to genuine confusion. He lea

choose one of them, the entire Stanton fortune will be liquidated

erms," I said, cutt

m straight

made my

pen hovering

rst step. The first move in a wa

Grayson

he desk. His eyes widened, his prof

, as if saying the name was a c

other. I'm aware," I finished for him

at me, truly seeing me for the first time, not as

I said, my gaze unwav

owly gathering his pa

the documents to re

up, ready

the door. "This conversation stays betw

ll looking daz

is hand on t

Stanton was the only one who objected to your ado

the armrest of the chair

rely tolerated my presence in the family. The powerful,

new the

n who has already l

oved adopted daughter of the Stanton family, show

Jackson was my first

was all

The cold, silent man who never smiled

, was the only one who

nd me, his body shielding mine f

yn," he had choked out, his voice

the first real tears I ha

to keep that promise

, he held me tight, whisperi

with me.

I would not le

e, they wou

ed, and I heard a faint, groaning sound from the ceiling. The housekeeper had mentioned something about the wiring being ancient

nd full of warmth. He stood up, his handsome face arrange

thing?" Brett asked,

stic smile. "Don't worry, Brook. Wh

All

rms," I said, my voi

decided? It' s okay if you need more time, of

ood sweetheart, the girl who had worshipped

ike la

ir expectant faces. "You'll all find o

tairs, leaving them to their

we

burned their wo