The grand Anderson mansion had weathered its share of storms scandals, and lawsuits. But nothing... nothing could have prepared Bella Anderson for the hurricane that was Lucy.
It started with the gates swinging open and a hired cab dropping off two Louis Vuitton suitcases at the front steps.
Then came her
Strutting in like a victorious queen, wearing an ivory dress far too polished for someone allegedly "devastated" by family rejection, Lucy pushed the front door open without knocking and stood in the foyer like she owned the place.
"Excuse me?" Bella said, stepping into the hallway.
"Hi, future mother-in-law!" Lucy chirped. "I'm here to settle in. Ethan and I decided it's time I start adjusting to the mansion now that I have Ethan's baby growing right here, you know how it is."
Bella blinked. "What?"
"I'm carrying your grandchild," Lucy said, placing a dramatic hand over her belly. "I assumed you'd want us close. For bonding."
Bella scoffed. "You're delusional."
