rying to push down the strange, suffocating feeling in her chest. Dominic Sterling felt like

nment lawyers in Los Angeles sat around her dining tab

c accountants confirmed it. Caleb Marsh used your joint accounts to funnel

forged your signature on the renewal intent letter for the Perry Dal

oiled, but her face remained completely still. A

signing the lawsuit authorization with violent, sharp strokes. "I don't just wa

Perry Dalton is hosting a private charity gala tonight at his Malibu estate. Caleb is on the gu

raped loudly against the hardwood flo

pastels and pulled out a vintage, blood-red haute couture gown. The dress featured a plunging

r look like she had just drank blood. She fastened a heavy diamond choker arou

outh hanging open. "El... you lo

r black clutch, slid her feet into twelve-c

e Malibu estate. The ocean wind whipped through the palm trees. Dozens

r stepped out. Her red dress caught the w

be lights, blinding the night. Reporters screamed her na

r face an unreadable mask of absolute arrogance. She

ent Eleanor stepped through the double doors, the ambient c

some hungry for drama. Eleanor didn't flinch. She picked up a flute of champagne

wrapped tightly around Isla's waist. They were laughing, talking to Perry Dalton, the billi

til her knuckles turned white. She took a deep breath, fil

the Red Sea. The heavy scent of expensive p

ing toward him. The fake smile on his face

rained from her face. She shrank back,

f his scotch, his eyes gleaming with amusemen

em. She looked at Caleb, then at Isla, her eyes

The two words dropped into t