From Riches To Redemption. Andrea Laurence
Morgan will be in touch with each of you in the upcoming weeks about your support of this year’s Strong as Steele community project. Thank you so much for coming.”
And with that, the twin disappeared from the stage.
That was odd. The family had gone to a lot of trouble and expense putting this event together. Tickets to attend weren’t exactly cheap, either. There must have been something serious going on if they’d chosen to end it and kick everyone out of the house before they got checks out of everyone.
Looking around, River caught a blur of emerald green as Morgan was ushered across the hall by her mother and a large man he didn’t recognize. He looked like the former military type despite his expensive tuxedo. The brothers followed them, and they all disappeared into a far room of the house and didn’t come back out.
He loitered for a while, letting the other guests clear out of the valet lot in the hopes that someone might come out. But soon, he found he was one of the only people in the ballroom aside from the catering crew that was busy cleaning up. He finally gave up and called it a night himself. When he found no fewer than four police cars outside the mansion as he left, he got the feeling the family emergency was going to take up the rest of their night. Knowing the Steeles, whatever happened would require major damage control to keep the family from looking bad.
Strolling outside, he handed over his ticket to the valet driver and waited for his truck. A few minutes later, the attendant pulled around front with his sapphire-blue F-250 Lariat Super Duty pickup. River tipped him and climbed in.
This wasn’t exactly how he’d expected tonight to end. Things felt awkward and unfinished. They’d only begun their discussion when it came to a quick and premature end. Then again, he didn’t really know how he’d wanted it to end, either. Perhaps he’d hoped that the sight of him would cause Morgan to swoon? Or maybe that she would rush into his arms and tell him how wrong she’d been and that she still loved him?
Ha. He pulled away from the Steele mansion with a smirk on his face. That wouldn’t happen in a million years. His ego wasn’t so large as to think she’d given much thought to him over the last decade. He was the poor, unsuitable boy who wouldn’t amount to anything. That wasn’t the kind of person who loitered in your thoughts. Her big mistake.
No, odds were that she’d tried to put him and their relationship out of her mind as soon as possible. To pretend it never happened just the way her family wanted her to. She probably wanted to put him out of her mind right now, but it wouldn’t be so easy this time. River had seen to that by signing an agreement with a representative from Steele Tools who didn’t know who he was. Few people outside of her parents would know their history together and their silence had worked to his advantage. Now he was guaranteed to spend a large chunk of the summer collaborating specifically with the company’s community outreach representative—Morgan.
At best, he’d hoped she would spend the upcoming weeks regretting what she’d done to him. But after seeing her tonight, this summer might prove to be more pleasurable than he’d expected. At least for him. He hadn’t been sure how his former love would look after all these years apart. When she’d turned to him in that stunning green lace gown, he was almost knocked back off his feet. Her exotic green-gold eyes, the high cheekbones, the skin like flawless porcelain... It was as if hardly a day had passed and yet everything was somehow different. Especially when she looked at him with a mix of horror and surprise distorting her lovely face.
The girl he remembered, his bride, had been the prettiest girl he’d ever seen in his life. With her long, luscious dark hair, insightful eyes that saw through his defenses and a sweet-as-sugar smile, he was smitten the moment he’d lain eyes on her. She was older now, perhaps harder, judging by the guarded way she had spoken to him. But even so, he was tempted to fall into her same trap again. Thankfully, he knew better now. Her love came with strings. Baggage. It might come easily, but it could go just as fast.
If Morgan wanted him this time, it was only because he’d achieved his goal and was finally worthy of Daddy’s approval. Nothing had really changed about him as a person. He just had money and prestige. Those things were paramount to Mr. Steele. And to Morgan, River supposed.
Hitting the button on his console to open the gate, River slowed at the entrance to his property on Kiawah Island. When it was finally open, he passed down the lane to the home he’d built for himself once he’d finally had the time and money to make exactly what he wanted. A lot had changed since that awful night all those years ago.
River had taken the older man’s advice along with his check, walking away and making something of himself with that money. Not to prove anything to Morgan or her father. More to prove it to himself. And he had, many times over. He wasn’t the dumb kid he’d been back then. And now it was time for Morgan and Trevor to see how much the man’s investment in River had grown. Maybe, just maybe, they might regret judging someone so harshly in the future.
But even if they didn’t, he wasn’t interested in getting anyone’s endorsement these days. Especially from a controlling bastard like Trevor Steele.
“I have the report ready from the fund-raiser. Accounting just brought it to me.”
Morgan looked up from her computer to see her assistant, Vanessa, coming into her office with a manila folder in her hand. “That was quicker than I expected.”
Vanessa handed over the file. “I’ll let you know when your next appointment arrives,” she said before slipping back out to her desk.
Morgan opened the folder and her brows lifted in surprise as she saw the bottom line. Given that the event had run for less than a third of its usually scheduled time, she hadn’t expected them to raise as much money. They’d never even gotten around to the silent auctions. The family hardly had time to circulate through the crowd and stir up donations. She’d already been planning a contingency for this year’s project, narrowing the scope significantly. Considering she had to work with Southern Charm, a part of her would’ve been okay with cancelling it entirely.
Instead, they’d actually raised more. Apparently, cancelling an event for television-worthy drama in their family made their guests and donors feel bad. And when rich people felt bad, they tended to write a check to feel better again.
Actually, they’d raised enough to build at least three houses in the community this year. And that was just in the month since the event. More funds could still roll in during the next few weeks. Last year, they’d only raised enough for two houses and that had been their all-time high.
That was one bright spot in the dark drama that had plagued her recently. Finding out she had been switched at birth was a major revelation. The news had just come to light and yet, if you asked Morgan, it felt like years since she found out the truth. That sort of news could shift your whole perception of the world. Especially when you realized that your whole life was a mistake.
Normally, time flew by. She lived a pretty busy life, pouring almost all her energy into the family company and its continued success. When she wasn’t at the office, she was at the gym trying to work off the stress and the extra pounds that clung to her hips. She’d always longed for the naturally slender figure of her mother, but instead, her weight was just another item on a list of things that weighed heavily—pun intended—on her mind. But even then, nothing could have prepared her for everything that had happened in her life since that night.
Now, Morgan couldn’t even look in the mirror without seeing some imposter looking back at her. How could she have been so blind all these years to the things that were plainly visible to anyone who bothered to look? There was no way she was a Steele. She’d always had a different appearance from the rest of her family—the dark one among a sea of blonds—but it had never registered in her mind what that really meant before the truth came out.
Now she wondered what her parents had really thought all those years. Had her father believed Morgan was the child of an affair with a dark-haired man? Had they thought