Chapter 11

The morning sun bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the kitchen, casting long, harsh shadows across the white marble island.

Clara stood by the espresso machine, wearing an oversized cashmere sweater and a pair of loose linen trousers. She had foregone makeup entirely, allowin

Chapter 12

Two hours after Julian left the house, Clara’s packing was complete.

It hadn't taken long. She didn't want the expensive, soulless art Julian had purchased to impress his investor friends. She didn't want the designer furniture or the imported rugs. She had packed exactly two Louis Vui

Chapter 13

The town car glided seamlessly through the bustling downtown traffic, the tinted windows offering Clara a muted view of the city she was about to conquer. The adrenaline that had surged through her veins when the heavy mahogany doors of her former home slammed shut on Sloane was beginnin