They Called Us Worthless, But Our Family Runs Everything

In the Bostonbridge antique trade, there were two famously useless people.

One was me, Marjorie Hughes. I owned a chain of antique boutiques, yet I spent my days eating, drinking, and doing nothing, so everyone called me the Hughes family airhead.

The other was my childhood sweetheart, Terry Henson, who couldn't stand bright light and had a serious heart condition. To everyone else, he was the useless heir.

But what nobody knew was that my eldest brother, Dudley Hughes, commanded both legitimate and underworld circles.