table in the foyer. She felt hollowed out, a fragile shell of a person. S

fingers tracing the ghostly image of her child. A child w

iolently on the table. The c

nse of dread settl

e most disturbing rumors. Photographers swarming Mayfair. The Sterling name being dragge

her temples. She didn't have the

Rose snapped. "Handle

later, the apartment

k of thunderous rage. He was hold

her and shoved th

ose. "Fix this mess with tha

ing in the high-ceilinged room. "You saw me at th

so utterly convince

iness washed over her, so deep it felt like it was in her bones. What

e said, her voice flat and devoid of e

ack of fear, seemed to infuriate h

cushion next to her head. The im

ipulate me," he seethed. "I won't le

. A specific ringtone he res

hifting. The rage vanished, replaced by a soft, a

voice on the other end. She was crying, saying the paparazzi

atched the photographers she had paid fo

balm. "Don't worry. I'll send security. I'll get you

fierce protectiveness in his tone. The nausea

e and shot her a lo

cold. "I'm going to take the necessary measures to pr

left without

heard the lock click, then she ran to the bat

t herself in the mirror. Her face

the ultrasound photo, and locked it in th

her laptop and

. High-Net-Worth Indi

ing, she had