solute, broken only by Victori

vidence. She looked directly at her father, her gaze unwavering. "Now," she aske

nd the fake scar, the underlying bone structure, the shape of her eyes, the defiant tilt

bered Catherine standing up to her own overbearing fath

l after Asher Prescott was gone. In her place stood this stranger

alarms screamed. She hated that face. She hated how much Chloe looked like the

ain control, dissolving into fresh tears. "Daddy, Wyatt, I s

arrison and Wyatt's gazes remained fixed on Ch

tachment of an uninterested spectator. She had kn

tly. "Chloe, go to your room. Rest. We'll have the family doct

knew they would never keep. But it was enough

needle. "Harrison, you're forgetting

the bottom step

's returned, it's perfect timing. According to the agreement your father made with old man

on't you worry, Victoria, darling. Your engagement to Asher is all

ecluse, chronically ill with some rare heart condition, a walking ghost who was not expected to live

Chloe off to a dying man and get

ong. It was a business alliance, and sending a daughter w

ance with the immensely powerful Sinclair fami

future, a flicker of amusement in

"The engagement party," she sa

was asking about Victoria and Asher's part

sgrace. You have nothing-not a cent to your name-

will all of New York know that I, Chloe Beaumont, am back? And I

p her away, and she would air al

lly, Harrison waved a weary hand. "Fine.

ng into the dusty, long-abandoned room that was once hers. As she closed the door behind her, s