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t stop, throwing Cailin Sloan for

d a stark, bloodless white. The air inside the cab smelled of stale vanilla air freshener and damp wool. Outsid

st the horn. The harsh, blaring sound echoed off the wet paveme

adrenaline straight to her chest. Her nerves were comp

ilin's in the rearview mirror. "Air co

he forced her muscles to relax, offering the driver a polit

e screen lit up, vibrating silently

across the glass: Ha

s regret, but of a CEO's cold relief. He hadn't sold his daughter; he had liquidated an asset. A heavy surge of resentment flooded her veins, tasting l

all. She locked the screen, plunging her ow

hed forward, turning onto a wider avenue surr

e bustling city usually brought her comfort, but today, the towe

she

was a colossal digital billboard. The screen was cu

of Kane Sterling flashed

reathing. Her lu

ne, cold, unreadable dark eyes, and a mouth set in a hard, unforgiving

his face read: STERLING CAPITAL EXECU

e base of her spine and crawled up her neck, complete

al of the Montblanc pen she had used to sign their marriage c

rches forward again

silver tube of lipstick rolled out, droppi

trembling. The slight tremor in her fingers

ssed her hand against her chest, trying to physically supp

n't do th

d past her father's name and sele

one tightly against her ear, needi

, the background noise a loud, chaotic mix

er voice sounded incredibly frag

na yelled over the noise. "I promise I am exactly five

in breathed

hing through a puddle. They were parked in front

aiting for the change. She pushed the heavy door

looking up at the gold lettering o