The Betrayed Heiress And Her Vengeful Pact

cold and heavy

the facets. It splintered into a thousand tiny rainbows across the white marble floor of her apartment

ter Sterling, smiling. Him, impossibly handsome in his custom tuxedo; her, in a white dress that had cost more than a

name. A simple text. Are you alive? Hope the hangover isn'

cation slid down from the top o

nge, sharp little thu

s a p

de the room tilt. In the photo, Carter was kissing someone. Not a polite, social kiss. It was deep, hungry. His ha

umb and clumsy, swiped down

very one he'd worn last night-was perched on the edge of a disheveled

, a line of text b

Room 1208. He's

nd clamped over her mouth, and barely made it to the bathroom before she was retching into the toi

hite, her eyes wide with a horror that felt distant, like it was happening to someone else. The joyful congratulations

e was always face down on the table. She thought of Paige's recent comments, vague hints about a

er. A cold, quiet rage that pushed the tears down before they could form. Her mind, trained since

ying was a luxury

ked back into her bedroom, stripping off the comfortable cashmere lounge set. She pu

door. There was no hesitation. She needed to

r of color and light, she dialed Carter's number. It rang, and rang, and th

was the final straw that broke

elfth floor was silent, the mirrored walls reflecting a stranger with ice in her eyes. All the pain, the humi

he could hear faint sounds from within-a low

teadying breath, and

ened almost

londe hair damp and tousled. When she saw Chloe, her face showed no su

ing here?" Paige's voic

Thrown carelessly over a chair was a man's suit jacket and trousers. The cust

wer was louder now,

ifting so the robe gaped open at the collar, reveal

aid, her voice dripping with casual ow

d, landed like

shut off. A man's voice, muffle

, who

d no idea who was standing just a few fee