ark through the water-s

was still wearing the stolen maintenance jacket over her hos

armrest. He pulled out a steaming

he said. "You lo

crubbing away the mascara, the dirt, the blood. When she pul

again. "Why did

o to jail, or the loony bin, my grandfather's trust clause activates a m

er hand. The sharp crinkle of plastic was the only sound. Her disloc

at her. His eyes were the color of

so the 'union' could proceed. I assume he planned to mar

was... indisposed," Cedric said dryly. "Wiv

lap. He slid it across t

gn

ironclad Non-Disclosure Agreement. And a petitio

. You play the part of the devoted wife. You help me sec

fter a

walk away with te

It was enough to disappear. Enough to

t your money

eyebrow. "Every

a fury she could no longer contain. "I want his company. I want his reput

hed his lips. It wasn't a nice smile. I

er than I thou

hat a

gger. And in exchange... you behave. You play the role of the

ea

he screen wi

rage on the Upper East Side. They too

than the entire house she grew up in. It was all g

uit was waiting. We

uest room i

"That's your wing. Stay out of my

a thief,"

ottle of Dom Pérignon tonigh

est room. It was luxur

It was full. Rows of

ilk blouse. It was

onight. He had been planning this. H

had traded a but

thes. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was a m

irst aid kit

tub. She threaded a needle.

the glass. In, out, tie. The familiar, precise movements

the security feed of the hall

where she was for the last three years. The

y,

om pain," Cedric said. "And sh