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t her sides, afrai

the stone. Alistair Sterling is Izzy's father, she repeated to herself, a desperate mantra. He's

n antique vanity. A tex

will assist you with an

efficient as the man himself. She stared at the signature, a

process it, her

or just called a surprise meeting, but I

che. Abe's fiancée, Sloane, had "accidentally" backed into he

st night. And she certainly didn't know Iz

he garage is full of them. The keys are

alership. A row of gleaming machines sat under spotlights. A Ferrari. A Lamborghini. A classic Porsche. Nausea surged. H

purr, a world away from the rattling cough of her old Ford. She gripped the smooth, cool steering wheel. She hated the easy sed

she thought, a bitter ju

ares. Izzy burst out of the doors, throwing her arms around Chloe in a hug before she could e

r royal cha

their expressions a mixture o

hissed, her

What's the big deal? You are Mrs. Ster

id down the law this morning. My future credit card limit is directly pr

. It was a strategy. Alistair had made C

the sake of future Chanel and Hermès, you need to ab

all their contracts with Sterling Enterprises, forcing them to relocate to another state in disgrace. Her dad had been terrifyingly furious at Izzy, freezing her accounts and forcing her to do a month of hard community service for "endangering an innocent bystander." But the day her punishment ended, he had wired fifty thousand dollars into her

anipulative, and somehow, exactly what she needed. The wei

ugh campus, terrified of scratching

igure stepped out from between two p

heart

eyes fixed on her with a dark, possessive g

ightened on

zy muttered. "W

ar into reverse, but it was too late. He