Contents ( 300)
- The Sin Trilogy
- Meghan March
- Contents
- Note From The Author
- Richer Than Sin
- About Richer Than Sin
- Prologue
- Lincoln
- One
- Lincoln
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Lincoln
- Fifteen
- Whitney
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Whitney
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Whitney
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
- Thirty-Six
- Whitney
- Thirty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Whitney
- Forty-One
- Lincoln
- Forty-Two
- Whitney
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Whitney
- Forty-Five
- Lincoln
- Forty-Six
- Whitney
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Guilty As Sin
- About Guilty As Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Whitney
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Lincoln
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Seven
- Whitney
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Six
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Seven
- Whitney
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Lincoln
- Forty-One
- Whitney
- Forty-Two
- Lincoln
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Lincoln
- Forty-Five
- Whitney
- Forty-Six
- Lincoln
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Five
- Whitney
- Reveling In Sin
- About Reveling in Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Whitney
- Three
- Lincoln
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Lincoln
- Eight
- Whitney
- Nine
- Lincoln
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Lincoln
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Whitney
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Three
- Whitney
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
Like it was past tense. Like he already had me back.
Does he? No one had consulted me in that decision—or had I been too out of it to realize that had happened too?
Lincoln hasn’t come back . . .
Another thing that didn’t matter. Because Riscoffs and Gables can never be together.
All I wanted was to stop thinking about all of it. I wanted to stay in my haze, but it was fading before I was ready to deal with the real world again.
My fingers gripped the pen, and I stared down at the lined paper.
Maybe I could find some oblivion if I could get it all out. Maybe then these emotions haunting me would live on paper in a song and not in my head. Then I could go back to feeling nothing.
My hand started to move as if of its own accord.
Regret. Pain. Shredded soul.
Ricky read the words out loud from beside me. “That’s a good girl. Get it out. It’ll heal you.”
My hand kept moving, and I wrote through the tears that started to fall.
I hate you for doing this to me. I hate even more that I can’t hate you anymore.
“That’s fucking gold, babe,” Ricky whispered, and I hunched forward, not wanting to hear his voice.
“Go away. Leave me alone.”
He moved back. “But—”
“I want to be alone, Ricky.”
He stood and raised both hands. “Okay. But write it out. You know you’ll feel better.”
I listened for his footsteps and the sound of the closing door before I flipped to a new page.
In huge letters, I scrawled something at the top of the page.
Long live regret.
Fifteen
Lincoln
Present day
I drive toward my office, and it takes everything I have to leave the resort grounds knowing that Whitney is there. McKinley and I discussed security, and she doubled it and is bringing in extra help just in case. Thankfully, the gates around Riscoff Holdings keep them away from me while I’m at work.
Unfortunately, those gates can’t keep my brother out.
When I walk into my office—which should have been locked—he’s standing near the window, enjoying the view while he drinks coffee.
“What the hell are you doing in my office?”
Harrison spins around with a smug smile on his face. “I wondered if you’d ever show up.”
“Get the hell out.”
“I don’t think so, brother. As a vice president of this company, I’m entitled to a briefing on what the fuck is going on. I heard you put your whore and her whole family up at The Gables after she brought another media shit storm down on the family.”
My entire body tenses, and I take another step into my office, ready to crush his face with my fist. “Don’t you fucking call her that.”
“Doesn’t matter what I call her—she’s the one responsible for this mess.”
It takes everything I have to rein in my temper. “You don’t know jack shit about what’s going on, so go back to your office and get to work on the projects assigned to you.”