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
Ricky laughed like I was the asshole. “My girl still loves me, Riscoff, and she just sent me the proof. If she’s with you, it’s nothing but a cheap shot at revenge. But don’t worry, I’ll forgive her. Whitney and I were always meant to be together, and the piece of paper I’m holding proves it.”
“Listen to me, you piece of shit—” But Ricky hung up before I could say anything else.
“Who was that?” Whitney came out, towel in one hand, squeezing the water out of her dripping hair.
I didn’t care that she was standing four feet away from me, naked. All I heard was Ricky Rango’s voice in my head. “My girl still loves me, Riscoff, and she just sent me the proof.”
I held out her phone. “You missed a call from your boyfriend.”
Confusion creased her features. “What?”
“Ricky Rango called to tell you he got your letter, and he agrees with what you said—that you two are meant to be together.” My words came out flat and hollow, which was the exact opposite of how they felt tearing out of my throat.
“What?” she asked, now holding the towel in front of herself.
“Your letter, Whitney. He got it. He forgives you for your revenge fuck.”
Her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline as her mouth dropped open. “But—”
“Did you send him a fucking letter?”
“Yes, but—”
She wrote him a letter. She loves him, and I was nothing but revenge. I couldn’t fucking believe it, but she didn’t deny it.
“I was risking everything to be with you. Everything. And you’re already making sure your boyfriend is going to take you back after you fuck someone else?” I shook my head, disgust coating every word. “You have thirty seconds to get your clothes and get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Lincoln!” Her face was stricken. Probably because her game was up.
I wasn’t going to fall for the tears gathering in her blue eyes this time. I hated that I cared that she’d played me. I hated that I gave her the power to rip my heart out like this.
Forcing myself to turn stone cold, I straightened my shoulders and stared at her with dead eyes. I’m a Riscoff. No one has the power to hurt me. Especially not Whitney Gable.
I knew that was a lie as soon as I thought it. But apparently I’d gotten really fucking good at lying to myself lately.
“I don’t want to hear a fucking word you have to say. Get the hell off my property. I should’ve never trusted a Gable. I knew better.”
Thirty-Nine
Whitney
Lincoln’s words slashed my skin like shards of broken glass, gouging and leaving me shredded. There wasn’t a single bit of softness or doubt in his tone. Whatever lies Ricky had told Lincoln about me or us, Lincoln had believed him completely, without even giving me a chance to explain.
I blinked back tears, not wanting him to see them fall after he just threw me away like a piece of trash. I rushed to the bed and grabbed my dress off the floor, then yanked it on.