THE COST OF BEING RICH
Chapter Three
The next time I saw her was at Hiber’s
funeral. Her hair was in a stunning upsweep and the simple black dress she wore
only added to her slim figure. I carefully placed myself behind her and smirked
at what I knew was about to come.
Hiber was a scoundrel. A dirty, no-good
scoundrel. He idled away all of Ruth and Rose’s money as well as his own. With
his passing, he left them a mountain of debts and only one card to play. Mine.