g light over the ballroom, but Jeannet

crystal flute of champagne from his silver tray. She raises he

Clink

magnet. Several Wall Street executives standing nearby turn the

onto the woman in the blood-red dress. The disgraced, bankrupt daughter of the Beaumont family,

o impress a senator. He notices the sudden shift

land on J

onto his expensive Italian leather shoes. All the blood drains from his face, leaving

heer panic. Guilt and jealousy twist her features, and she instinctiv

ach. She stops walking. She looks directly at Devyn, raises her champagne g

eclaratio

zz. The scent of scand

at the head table. He is leaning back in his chair, one hand resting on

to strike up a conversation, but they take on

ethal swan. The raw admiration in his chest burns hot, mi

ightly. Gerry leans

dangerous rumble. "Tell security no one leaves. C

earpiece. Within seconds, Kian's men move like

top Jeannette before she opens her mouth. He shoves his empty

l estate moguls-men Devyn has been trying to

avy hand on Devyn's shoulder. "I was just looking

ast them politely. "Gentlemen, p

th us," another insists, p

to stall him. He is trapped, forced to watch h

ly. She walks straight up to Zara.

She forces a trembling, sickly-sweet smile onto her face. "Jeanne

t blink. She doe

rows the entire glass of cold cha

h-pitched, ugly sound that echoes off the vaulted ceiling. She covers her face, completely humiliated in front of the entire Bost

wisted in rage. He grabs Jeannette's arm, his fingers digging into her b

s down at his

voice isn't loud, but it cuts through the r

l groans. He is half out of his chair, ready to tear Devyn'

murder in Jeannette's eyes make