Trapped By My Sister's Billionaire Fiance

te. She was trying to slip past the dead end of the backstage corridor at Lincoln Center when an arm shot ou

ewhere, li

th bourbon hit her first. Then his body. He moved closer, crowding her until her

ut steadier than she felt. "I

card. He held it toward the neckline of her costume. Alyssa's hand shot

beneath her jaw. Alyssa didn't think. She lifted her foot and brought the

ed and rel

d, her ankle screaming from the impact. The stage manager's voic

ushed it down. By the time she reached the

launched herself into the opening sequence. Her muscles obeyed. Her fingertips stopped trembli

point in the darkness beyond the footlights to keep her balance. Her

drifted to t

silhouette. A man in a dark suit, legs crossed, holding a

up her calf, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She finished the sequence,

eyes were dark, flat, predatory. He watched her

name attached to more zeros than she could count. Something flickered in her memory, a ghost from

mile until the

orage corridor, her leotard soaked through with sweat, her chest heaving. She nee

ner into the dimly

hair. Alyssa's scream died in her throat as Gregg yanked her backw

ittle

sent her sprawling across the concrete floor. Her palms scraped raw. Her mouth filled with th

're special? You think you can humiliate me?" He grabbed her hair again, forcing her

y ounce of hatred she could summon, her jaw locked,

e. Gregg raised his foot, aiming for her injured

er manager's voice, oily and obsequious, accompan

e air. Then he lowered it, slowly,

his jacket, smoothed his hair. "I'l

f the storage ar

herself up, using the flat for support. Her left cheek throbbed in time with h

up was smeared. Her cheek was already swelling, purple blooming beneath the skin. But her spine was straigh

en the dressi

Alyssa walked to her station without meeting anyone's ga

ose enough that Alyssa could smell her perfume. Dina's eyes traveled over the swol

mpathy. "Did you fall? You really should be mor

e and stared into the mirror. Dina's smile faltered, then shar

lub. Private party. Only the top one percent, you know how it is." She laughed

eration barely hidden beneath the bravado. She felt a twist of som

buzzed i

ice. Outstanding balance for Elena Voss. The number had too many digits. Alyssa's finger hove

h to leave through the front door without attracting security. Then she had to figure out how to keep her soloist

in Brooklyn. She pulled a black surgical mask over the lower half of her face and slung her canvas tote

wind cut through her sweater like it wasn't there. Alyssa

ree steps befo

way. The kind of car that cost more than her lifetime ea

w, with the certainty of prey sensing p

r, her injured ankle screaming with every s

Maybach's engine