Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

doorstop that barely prevented the handle from going through

the wall. And, like a sleeping princess from some sordid fairy

tale, there she was. Still sleeping so peacefully. So sweetly. So

innocently.

She wasn’t innocent. She was a con woman. A liar. She’d

insinuated herself inside Giana’s life, inside her home, into her

bed. And fuck, they’d really done it. They’d been married for

real.

But there were medical tests to prove she wasn’t of sound

mind. She could fix this. She could get this thrown out. This

woman, who wanted to get her hands on the Thompson family

fortune through trickery, the greedy, scheming little witch,

would get nothing. Giana would pursue her. Persecute her.

She’d hound her to the ends of the earth and make her pay for

what she’d done.

Another memory, fresh and cutting, bit and swirled through

her mind. This woman, Coralyn Anderson, coming into her

office. Some babble about her dying father and the necklace

that he’d designed. His dying wish. She’d said no. Wanted to

send her away. Then, something about a curse, and she’d hit

her head and that was when everything changed.

Giana surged forward, a tide of seething wrath, but when

she got to the edge of the bed, all she could do was reach out

gently, her fingers caressing the smooth silk of Coralyn’s

shoulder, brushing away a strand of hair. Another memory

crashed into her, this one just days old, of them standing

before that JP, another of them in the shower, only hours

before.

What was wrong with her that she’d blindly trusted this

woman? Giana’s heart beat a terrorized frenzy in her chest and