The Night We Stripped the Earl's House Bare

The Earl rode home from the war with a woman on his arm and handed her daughter to my husband like a gift. At the feast, my husband practically drooled over the girl.Then Grace — the Countess, the woman who'd run that estate for twenty years — knocked on my door at midnight and said five words: "We're leaving. Pack everything."That night,we stripped the Earl of Ashworth's estate to the bone — every coin, every deed, every scrap of silk. By morning, his manor was an empty shell and his name was ruined.They wanted us gone? Fine. But we're taking it all with us.