“It’s not fair,” my twin agrees, nodding her head, even as tears stream down her face.
“I want them to suffer, even if it’s only a bit, even if it is only a blip to them. It’s not fair that they just get to forget us and everything we’ve done. I want revenge and you should want it too,” I say, imploring her to understand, to feel the way I do.
She nods, slow to start, then getting stronger as she reaches out and takes my hand. “What do you want to do?”
“I have no idea,” I say, the sound half laugh, half sob. “But I can’t just let them walk away without knowing that I’ve done something.”
“We can do it,” Arlo says, moving to Tally’s side, becoming yet again her strength and support.
“Hell yeah we can, we’re the future generations of the five most powerful old money families, between us we can make them feel this,” Olly says, jumping up and coming to join us.
“Oh yes, this is going to be fun,” Wats says, laughing manically.
“Let’s make them suffer,” Carson growls, his palm curling around my nape possessively.
“I want to piss them off, annoy the hell out of them and make them hurt in every way possible. I want them to suffer, I want revenge,” I cry, letting my body melt into Carson’s strength, knowing without question that he will hold me up, that he will be there.
“Together we can do this. Together we can make them regret being the shittiest parents ever,” Tally says, her fingers still entwined with mine, gripping me tightly.
My eyes run over the people in the room, ending on Carson, this boy who should hate me, but doesn’t. This boy who helped me, guided me, bossed me around. This boy who I need, who I want, who I like.
“I should have known that day you asked me to help you that I’d lose myself completely to you,” he says, his thumb rubbing along my jaw.
“I need your help again,” I whisper.
His laugh is soft and full of want and need. “I’ll always help you Priss.”
Smiling I lift up onto my tiptoes and kiss him, telling him without words that I’m his and that he’s mine. When I open my eyes again and look at my sister, I feel a weight lift from inside of me and then settle again.
The will of a dead man ruined my life, and now somehow it’s helping me put it back together again. Money is power and I lost a fortune, but maybe I found something much more valuable.
They say revenge is sweet, but the best form of revenge is to be better than those you seek justice from. Perhaps when this is all over I might be able to feel that way, but for now I’m looking forward to using all those lessons my parents taught me to reap a little of what they helped me sow.
My name is Carrigan Prudence Archibald and I’m not a good person. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I have a sister, and a boyfriend, and a life I’m ready to start embracing.
My parents spent most of my life ignoring me and my twin, then they spent four years using us. Now they think they can just walk away.
They’re wrong.
The End
(As if I would be that cruel)
The Heir – Part Two coming soon
About the Author
Gemma Weir is a half crazed stay at home mom to three kids, one man child and a hell hound. She has lived in the midlands, in the UK her whole life and has wanted to write a book since she was a child. Gemma has a ridiculously dirty mind and loves her book boyfriends to be big, tattooed alpha males. She's a reader first and foremost and she loves her romance to come with a happy ending and lots of sexy sex.
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Acknowledgments
Let’s be honest, so far 2020 has been a messed up old year. I expected to have released this entire series by now, but in March the world stopped spinning and so here I am in August and only just putting the finishing touches to this book.
I adore Carrigan and I really hope you do too. I’ve always been fascinated by the bad guys story and so I decided to give our evil twin a voice and it’s been so fantastic to try and figure out what makes her tick.
What’s also new about 2020 is that I was given the opportunity to sign with the fantastic Hudson Indie Ink. I’m so incredibly grateful to be working with such a fantastic team and I really hope this is the start of an incredibly successful future.
As always, I need to give a shout out to my bestie Sarah, she’s been as impatiently waiting for this book as you guys have, but even when she’s annoyed that I’m not writing, she’s still there for me and a constant source of support. I literally wouldn’t have made it through the last few months without her.
This world of the mega rich has let me embrace my inner mean girl and I can’t wait to write more about our kings and queens.
To my lovely and very patient readers, I’ve done it again and left you with a huge cliffy, but I’m just having far too much fun with this series to end it. Keep reading and I’ll do my best not to having you screaming and throwing your kindles across the room with the next book.
Thank you so much to everyone who has helped me bring
