I Cursed My Wife After She Let My Father Die

There has always been a rumor about the Blackwell men.

They said we were cursed. People used to whisper that any woman who crossed one of us either ended up dead or was so wrecked she might as well have been.

The elite crowd in the capital?

They treat us like we’re radioactive and won’t even stand too close at parties. Like bad luck can rub off on designer shoes.

But Denise Weston? She didn’t give a damn.

She was my childhood sweetheart.

Denise knew me before the money, before the name meant anything.