Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

more each day. She’d seen grief, endured it, seen suffering,

lived that too. She wasn’t some naïve little rich girl.

“No,” Coralyn said instead. “I don’t think it does. I just

thought you might agree. I had to come here and try. What else

was I supposed to do? Nothing? Watch my dad die, knowing I

hadn’t even attempted to do what I could?”

Giana stayed perfectly composed. Either pain didn’t faze

her or she’d never lost anyone in her life. She didn’t even

blink. Just stared at Coralyn, stared a burning hole right

through her, as if she was no one and nothing.

I am no one and nothing to her.

She sucked in a breath, scenting the expensive perfume

Giana wore now that she was so close. It was so damn alluring

that Coralyn’s stomach clenched. She didn’t want to find this

cold, horrible woman enticing. She was beautiful, but clearly

that was only what people loved to say it was. Skin deep. On

the inside she was no one, and she was nothing. Just a

collection of cells and blood and matter and an unfeeling,

uncaring, cold heart.

Everything about her was so perfect. Coralyn decided she

hated all of it. She hated this place, this office, this

condescending, controlling, powerful ice queen ruling over it.

She hated the way Giana’s shrewd eyes glinted with

satisfaction as Coralyn felt herself crumpling. She was so

deceptively calm, or maybe there was no deception, and she

wasn’t hiding anything under that façade because she felt

nothing at all.

“No. I won’t lend it to you. It’s too precious.”

“My father made that necklace!” Coralyn los

t it. She finally