f the ruined room. The sharp edges of broken glass dug into the soles of her feet, but the

bed and stared down a

lashed aggressiv

th one finger, tapped the green accept bu

y was trembling, fighting the heavy lethargy of the sedatives and the sh

letely out of

ker. He wasn't using his polished, media-trained to

dpost to keep herself upright. Her knuckles turned a stark, bone-white. She

aking, but not with weakness. It shook w

mind. Isn't that what your PR team is telling the whole world right now? I ju

went de

eathing through the speaker. She had used h

Take it down right now, Beth. Or I swear to God, I will freeze every credit card i

en. The fear in her ch

as sharp as a razor. "Because I bought that dress using the trust fund my mother left me. It is

fled curse from

shoulders in Beverly Hills? I bought that for you on Savile Row last month. It's a limited edition. It has your in

ted, his voice sudde

clicking heels of K. Holloway rushing into Lachlan's room,

e again, he tried to sound magnanimous,

, if you quietly go to the private sanitarium in Switzerland for a few months to

escension. She reached into her pocket, her fingers brushin

rrified, but she pushed through it. "Dr. Finch left his office door open today. While he was

focating silence

hed, the bottom dropp

ering wildly. "I have the audio file. And I am going to ema

don't y

button. The call disconnected. S

for air. The bluff had worked for now, but she had just painted a massive targ

the nightstand and pointed it at the ma

eded noise. She needed to know w

life, tuned to CNN's

ophones was a man in a sharp navy-blue suit. His jawline was rigid, and his

ARNETT LANGLEY, ILLEGITIMATE SON OF LANGLEY D

en. Her heart began to

he outcast. The man who hated the

ol. He existed to provide political friction for Lachlan's corpo

eloquent takedown of corporate monopolies con

A reckless, suicidal plan crystallized in h

the empty room, her eyes locked on the screen, "I

r rushed up to meet her. Finch's sedatives finally overwhelmed