She Was Sent As A Mail-Order Bride To Humiliate Him—But The Cowboy Couldn't Let Her Leave

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the mahogany furniture of the Witfield mansion on Fifth Avenue. Ruth Whitfield sat perfectly still as her mother's sharp voice cut through the drawing room air like a blade through silk. You've become quite the burden, haven't you? Margaret Whitfield's lips pursed as she regarded her daughter with the... Read More