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end of it sat a mansion that looked more like a museum. Stone tu

ar st

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, wearing silk, but her hair was sl

stepp

e slammed into Lana, wrapping her arms around

oap. It was a scent Lana didn't know she

behind her. He was leaning

ed out and touched Lana's ch

like my mother,

ssive, with a chandelier that prob

nto a sofa. She wouldn

records were destroyed. But we never stopped. Your brother Jared flew to a dozen countries himself fo

d for years-the feeling of being abandoned-e

hair from Lana's face. Her fi

he touched the angry red mark on Lana'

back. "It'

he doorway. "The Sterling boy struck he

in the room drop

nst the floor. "Sterling? Th

ate them. Destroy their credit line

Lana

Rosalind lo

. "This is my fight

le spread across his face. "Goo

eyes. "Okay. But yo

e see your room. A

a suite. It was

lind said. "We bought

ere was a teddy bear sitting o

e buried her face in

ist the Sterlings from every country club and gala on the East Coast. I

ror. Her eyes were red

," she w