and. The medical history form stared up at her, its blank spaces feeling like

he had lived a lie for five years; s

tory, she wrote a carefully constructed lie about their previous doctor's clinic closing down and the rec

ed at Eleanor's worn clothes and the raw grief on he

eal Cody stood by the third-floor elevators, clutching a discounte

arge men in dark suits speaking into their wrists. Another o

restroom, but a powerful arm scooped him up from behind.

a man's voice murmured i

arried through a service door and up a fligh

e impossibly green lawn of a sprawling Hamptons estate. Cody was escorted o

cry. He

owed as he passed. "Welcome home, M

ead housekeeper Mrs. Gable, rushed forward. She lo

right!" she exclaimed. "And... you're not

o. Attack. Ordeal. He had been mistaken for someone else

d schooled his features into a cold, aloof mask

f trauma. "Oh, you poor dear," she cooe

two young maids were dusting a

without a mother. I heard she just ran off, stole

has been searching for five years. That woman only cared

plush carpet. The maids' cruel w

er. For some reason, they were separated. But his mother had promised that they wo

brother

man they called Mr. Sterling, was the

ger. He ripped his hand from Mrs. Gable's grasp, ran into the bedroom at

s in the middle of a hostile takeover negotiation. The door opened and h

and whispere

in Midtown. But Master Leo had already escaped. O

Black ink bled across his crisp white cuff. The

et. He stood, his eyes burning with a murderous ligh

team said Master Leo is... different. He's not showing any s

en pen onto the table and strode toward h

estate. He would se

tion between a father who didn't know he was a mon