The silence in the penthouse was deafening after the chaos of the gala.

Harper paced the length of the massive living room, her emerald silk gown swishing violently against the hardwood floor. Her heart was beating so fast she felt lightheaded. The flashes of the cameras, the look of absolute shoc

"By the power vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

The magistrate’s voice echoed off the cold, marble walls of the private chambers. It was a sterile, windowless room, utterly devoid of the warmth or joy typically associated with a wedding. There were no flowers, no mu

The morning sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the kitchen island. Harper stood at the marble counter, a chef’s knife moving with mechanical, rhythmic precision through a bundle of fresh asparagus.

*Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.*

She had