rd. The apartment was exactly as she'd left it. Cool, minimalist, and impersonal, decorat

closet, she pulled out two large suitcases. They were hers, bought with her own money before the wedding. She began to

door bee

ed. Julian. He

rous mask. Eleanor hovered behind him, her eyes darti

ring at the open suitcases on the bed.

nding on the jewelry box on Hadley's vanity. She d

ed it, revealing a necklace. A single, flawless blue diamond-the Sinclair Blue-

her fingers. "This would look perfect with my dre

l glint in them. "Take it," he said, his v

he vanity, her movements deliberate. Before Eleanor co

ut on her fingers. She cradled her hand, her

The impact sent a jolt of pain through her shoulder blade. "What i

e. The pain in her shoulder was a dull throb, nothing c

his voice dangerously low. "It's a Sinclair

aid, her voice shaking with rage. "She gave it to me. Her last words to me were to never

from the sidelines, tears streaming down her face. "If you

ning step toward Hadley. "Don't push me.

y? You're giving your mother's legacy to your mistress whi

hung in the air, t

rm tensing to strike. The air crackle

her chin up, meeting his furious gaze with an expressi

ity. It was disgust. It was the look you give something pathetic you find crawling

d kicked a nearby floor lamp. The glass shade exp

rce? You'll get it! I'm calling my lawyer right now.

ll she nee

ned a special compartment, and locked the velvet box inside

ase. The plastic wheels crunched over the bro

her shoulder at Eleanor, who was now clinging t

ince you're so concerned about her place in the family, you should just

plausible deniability. Eleanor's face went from pale to a

able and hurled it against the wall. It sha

walked out of the bedroom, out of the apartme

or the elevator, and as the doors slid open, she took her first