Chapter 6
He Faked His Death, So I Ruined His Empire
The morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the hardwood.
Clara stood in front of the guest bedroom mirror, staring at her reflection. She hardly recognized the woman looking back at her. The dark circles under her eyes were sti
Chapter 7
The silence in the boardroom was absolute. It was the kind of heavy, suffocating quiet that only occurs when powerful men realize they have just been thoroughly outplayed.
Beatrice Thorne clutched the edge of the glass table, her knuckles white. "You can't do this," she gasped, her voice trembling
Chapter 8
The evening news was a relentless loop of flash photography, speculative headlines, and poorly concealed envy.
Clara sat on the edge of the sprawling white leather sofa in Victor’s penthouse, staring at the massive flat-screen television mounted on the far wall. The screen displayed a high-definit