The rain had started to fall over Manhattan, a torrential, punishing downpour that washed the city streets in a slick, oily sheen.

Clara sat in the back of a yellow cab, staring out the window as the neon lights bled across the wet glass. She was wearing a pair of oversized gray sweatpants and a c

The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Thorne Luxury Group boardroom, casting a harsh, unforgiving glare over the chaos unfolding around the massive mahogany table.

"Someone explain to me how an unknown corporate entity managed to purchase Marcus Sterling's entire twent

Clara looked down at the man weeping at her feet.

Three years ago, seeing Julian Thorne cry would have shattered her heart into a million irreparable pieces. She would have dropped to her knees beside him, pulled his head to her chest, and done whatever it took to absorb his pain.

Today, she fel