Chapter 7

I watched Marcus's downfall from afar, like observing a shipwreck through a telescope. Not close enough to be pulled under by the current, but near enough to witness every excruciating detail.

My new identity as Elena Cross fit me like a second skin now. The initial fear of being discov

Chapter 8

The invitation had arrived three weeks ago, and I had spent every day since then preparing for this moment. Standing before the mirror in my Seattle apartment, I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me. Gone was the fragile, broken Isabella who had fled in the dead of night three

Chapter 9

I stood perfectly still, looking down at the man who had once been my entire world. Marcus Sterling—proud, arrogant Marcus who had never bowed to anyone—was on his knees before me, tears streaming unashamedly down his face. The ballroom had fallen into a shocked silence, the cream of Man