The Grand Plaza Cafe was an establishment designed for the city’s elite to see and be seen. With its towering indoor palm trees, cascading water walls, and tables spaced far enough apart to offer the illusion of privacy while still maintaining a public stage, it was the perfect venue for Julian Crof

The penthouse suite of the Sterling-owned hotel was a sanctuary of silence, save for the rhythmic patter of rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Clara sat comfortably on the plush velvet sofa, a cup of Earl Grey tea warming her hands, while Arthur stood behind her, his broad chest pressing lig

The Vance family estate sat on a sprawling three-acre plot overlooking the city’s affluent northern hills. Once, to Clara, the towering wrought-iron gates and the imposing limestone facade had represented a legacy of hard work and prestige. Now, as her armored Maybach glided smoothly up the long, wi