ilk cushion across the room. It hit a minimalist white v

t. All anyone was talking about was the damned AstorBrothers. Her moment

ashed on the screen: The Collector. He was the shadowy figur

, and the conversation has shifted. This requires a more... robust response. My

a surge of pure hatred for the anonymous commenter, for

The money was a painful dent in her savings, a fu

ror. She watched her face transform. The hard lines of anger softened, her eyes welled with manufactured

ofa, her face buried in a cushion, h

her side, gathering her into his arms. "I t

" she choked out. "It's not working. It's all my fault. I've made ever

ld see a curated selection of

about you?" Ryan's fa

she's your wife, I'm the other woman. And now... now they've dragged your cousin into

t sound like Chloe wasn't acting alone, that

e mention of Julian had hit a nerve. "But she's good at playin

innocent whisper. "You mean... Mr. Astor? Your

whose approval he craved and never truly had. The thought that Chloe, in her quiet, u

s the respected heir, Chloe was the beloved granddaughter-in-law, and he

ft in his eyes. Sh

e whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't w

e feigned self-sacrifice ignited R

tched her tighter. "I will never give you up. I'l

divorce. He was a man on a mission to punish

riumphant smile playing on her lips, hidd