ener onto the vanity. It l

brating phone. The screen was completely filled

the top n

s: LANGLEY HEIR LACHLAN CAUGHT IN MIDNIGHT

anding on the moonlit balcony of a Beverly Hills hotel suite. He was intimately draping his own

ld knot form i

wn to the tre

Lachlan's infidelity. It was

g into Dr. Finch's psychiatric clinic earlier that day. There was even a blurry, zoomed-in

wife. Violent breakdown. No wonde

forced psychiatric evaluation to completely bury Lachlan's cheati

Vance's pure, angeli

ove straight through Beth's temples.

abbed her head, a high-pitch

rtbeat. The temperature in the room felt like it plummeted, and a sharp, metallic wave of nausea washed over her. It wa

she saw cascades of glowing green digital code pouring from the ceiling, swirling like a tornado. It was a

p. She stood swaying, her chest heaving as she glared at the empty space in front of her. There was no system

innocent face. This was their grand design. A cheap, trashy soap opera

but pure, unadulterated rage. She refused to be the quiet, crazy wife they

row of heavy, expensive crystal perfume bottles lining the mirrored surface. Gifts from La

vanity. The bottles flew through the air and sla

the air. Shards of glass bounced against Beth's ankles, slicing tiny cuts into her skin, but she didn

n closet. She reached the back wall and grab

ank, she ripped

m-made, million-dollar gown encrusted

f the closet, the train dragging o

amera and snapped three quick, harsh photos of the dres

TheRealReal, the luxu

. She uploaded the photos. She set

tion box, she

rbage. Perfect fit for any Hollywood

it pu

The server traffic was so massive it caused a temporary

feet crunching on the broken glass. She looked at her reflectio

ting with absolute defiance. "If you want me off the board, you're goi

d, the phone on the

obnoxious, pers

reen l

an La

had seen the auction.