Stephen
I had Evan take me over to my penthouse. As I rode in the car, I realized how much I had allowed my mother to control my life.
I own the penthouse. Not my family—me. I bought it. My parents moved in without asking; they just did. In fact, I didn’t even pick out the penthouse; I just paid for it.
Everything I do or have has been dictated by my family. The only thing I rebel against is who my mother wants me to marry. I simply don’t want the social-climbing gold diggers she insists are perfect for me because I’m a Case.
When I arrived at the penthouse, I rode the elevator up, practicing in my head exactly what I wanted to tell my mother.
The elevator doors opened, and I walked in, seeing my mother on the couch in some silky white nightgown.
“It’s like four in the afternoon. Why
