Harlow stood in the ruins of her shattered apartment, her chest tightening as she took one last look around. Broken glass crunched beneath her shoes, the remnants of a life that had been ripped apart. This was all she had left, and even that was now gone.
As she stepped outside, the crowd that had gathered stared at her and Andrew. Most people stared at her with pity, others with jealousy and contempt. They all saw the Blackwood family as evil, especially with the negative news surrounding the family.
Murmurs rippled through the onlookers, venomous whispers that sliced through her like knives.
"That's her, isn't it? The Blackwood girl."
"The used-up whore."
"The girl all the rich men visit."
Some openly sneered, others shook their heads as though her mere presence offended them. They stared at the eligible bachelor walking with her and wondered who he was.
If only he knew the kind of woman she was...
