ng, brightly lit Jacobson family estate in the Hamptons. Before the driver could

the car, his grip on her arm painfully ti

s everything, but a flawless, devoted public image was the armor that protected that power. He would never let his rivals, especially Arron, catch him slipping or expo

ing resentment. Theodore Jacobson Sr., the family patriarch, sat enthroned in a

s eyes, sharp and unforgiving, bypassed Hadley

is. The nearby relatives fell silent, listening. "The trust has stipulations, Clevela

's chest. Her fingers clenched into fists inside the folds of her gown, her nails digging into her palms. S

equiously. "We're working on it, Grandfather. I

ffocating. "Excuse me," she

of glass doors that led to the estate's conservatory. The night air was a relief. She

gh c

nd's cousin and chief rival, stepped out from behind a

s smile not reaching his eyes

glass he offered. "Wh

s jacket and pulled out a plain white

estaurant. Cleveland and Seraphina leaving a hotel. Cleveland and Seraphina on a private jet. At the bottom

ill tank the stock. The board will have to remove him. I'll use my family

his weapon. A pawn i

predatory smile on Arron's face. He was no bett

into the envelope and shov

, her voice cold as steel. "Find a