Begging Me Back Is Useless Now
Language: en
For seven years after the Montgomery family finally found me, I was never allowed to step foot inside their home. And for seven years, the fake heiress never moved out. It was an archaic, eccentric tradition of the old-money Montgomerys: whenever a family member returned from a long journey—or a long absence—the head of the estate had to cast the antique silver dollars. Only if the silver eagles landed face-up, signaling a blessing, could the wanderer cross the threshold. My biological brother, Alistair, cast the coins for me ninety-nine times. Not once did they land on a blessing. On the…