the wrought-iron gates of the Doyle estate. The tires screamed agains

e marched up the marble steps,

im. Cassius shoved the butler aside so h

st the heavy double doors of the

oon tea. She didn't flinch at the noise. She slowly pla

. He slammed the crumpled marriage certif

from hers. "Do not test me, Mati

"You are making a fool of this family over a club waitress. The bo

"You want a spy in my bed so you can

ce remained smooth. "The ink is dry

every share I own onto the open market tomorrow. I will bu

her prayer beads. She stood up, walked

faded velvet bo

d mother's most treasured possession. The one

a said coldly, "I will smash this in

white. A violent, bloodthirsty urge surged in his c

into a suffo

yes. He forced the r

they were dead. "Three

orce within three months, the trust claus

father's life was in her hands. The g

Matild

ther second. He turned a

over his shoulder. "I am going to m

alke

e same iron gates. She was soaking wet

ed out with an umbrella. He opened

ve gardens. The sheer size of t

ving room. Mr. Allen told her to

er heart hammered against her ribs. She felt

outside. The front doors w

turned

n walked into the room. The air