Owed: One Wedding Night

As traffic slowed to cross the bridge, a dark new suspicion appeared to rearrange that past to form a picture she’d never considered before.

Maybe the money he’d wasted on her wedding wasn’t the real reason her father had shut her out of his life. If she’d been on speaking terms with him and asked too many questions about Dartmoor, she might have discovered the truth about the new CFO he’d hired. In fact, if she hadn’t been such a coward and had insisted on voting her shares, she might have been able to stop this whole disaster before it started.

She pulled off the freeway, wound through the traffic to the garage under the apartment building, and pushed in the code. The metal doors ground open.

She’d pay for her cowardice now by having to tell her mother they had only one choice left – close down the business their family had owned for over a hundred and fifty years.

Madison parked the car and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. The garage door ground shut behind her like a prison gate. What she needed was a miracle.