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
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- 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
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- 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
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- Forty-Seven
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- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
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- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
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- 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
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- Thirty-Two
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- Thirty-Three
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- Thirty-Four
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- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
“Not another word out of you.” Hunter’s father grabs his wife by the arm and hustles her out of the room.
The rest of us are all left staring at each other, and I pinch the inside of my elbow. It stings like hell, so I know I’m not having a nightmare. But I wish I was.
“I can’t believe this. I . . . I . . .” Tears trickle down Cricket’s cheeks, and as I wrap my arms around my cousin, she gasps. “Oh fucking Christ. Please tell me that Hunter isn’t . . . that your girls . . .”
Jackie’s face turns ghostly white. She grabs each of her granddaughters by the hand and helps them out of their chairs. “Girls, let’s go find out what’s for dessert.”
“But—” Addy says.
“Not right now, sweetheart. Come with me.”
As soon as they’re out of the room, Karma’s lips tilt up in a feline smile. “You can be stepmother to your nieces too. Don’t worry.”
“What the fuck? You’re saying those are my kids?” Hunter’s expression is aghast as he stares at the doorway Aunt Jackie just left through. “And you never said a goddamn thing? Why?”
Karma lowers a hand to her belly, tightening the billowy fabric of the dress over her rounded stomach.
A baby bump?
“You’re pregnant?” My question comes out on a shocked cry.
“I didn’t want those girls to be yours,” she says to Hunter, her tone suddenly devoid of laughter. “They weren’t supposed to be yours. It was an accident. They were supposed to be Ricky’s. He was supposed to get me pregnant. It just took longer for that to happen than I thought it would.”
I blink twice and then once more, staring at my cousin.
“Wait. What the fuck?” I exhale on a strangled breath. “You and Ricky . . .”
Karma’s expression turns deadly. “He loved me. He never loved you. And then you fucking pushed him over the edge and he wouldn’t listen to reason. He just wanted the drugs. He didn’t even know about the baby when he died.”
Confusion swirls through my brain as I try to piece together what she’s saying. “You were in LA that night?”
“I jumped on a flight as soon as he told me what you did. I tried to comfort him. But you had already ruined everything. He sent me away, and it was all your fault!”
“Screw Ricky Rango,” Cricket yells. “I want to know why the hell you didn’t say anything until now about Hunter! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re my goddamned sister, and you were going to let me get married and never tell me any of this? How could you do this?”
“Because I didn’t think you needed to know—yet. Don’t worry, I was going to tell him eventually. After the wedding. I figured we’d find out just how much he was willing to pay to keep his little secret instead of losing you.”