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hiest turned toward the stage, diamond chandeliers throwing gold across their faces. "Tonight,
the Mills family had picked from an orphanage fifteen years ago to fill the silence while they searched for their missing child. When the real daughter, Iola, was found and brought home, A
oyfriend, radiant in haute couture. Richard paused, drawing out the moment. "And
ht slamme
ind of man he was-the young women who had fled his hotel suites, the settlements signed in the dark, the brui
r her body with the slow, proprietary certainty of a predator who had alrea
aught Amie's eye and mouthe
he phone with a business partner, his voice full of pride. "Amie's the one with real talent. Iola just has the name." Those words, however, had also landed on Iola, standing three feet behin
not owe th
tunned guests. Past Iola's smirk freezing on her f
et. Each word landed like a stone. She turned to the crowd. "I wil
f the chandeliers. Camera phones went up. Pierce'
e sound system, his smile still plastered on. "Everyone, my apolo
His palm cracke
screamed. Copper flooded her mouth. He
out. "The Grants are the most powerful family in New York. Pierce was
three-to push the burning behind her eyes back down. The most useful thing s
e Sterling Point De
ury flicker
eight months. I'm your best weapon." She met his eyes without blinking. "Three months. If I win you that project, you cancel this
s worth ten times whatever Pierce had promised
t if you fail, you marr
ea
ed out. Her back wa
. "So brave, sister. But Sterling Point? Even Dad's c
d at her. "
past fountains and statues, and out the main gate. Night wind cut throug
ls bit into her palms. Three months.
began searching for everything she co

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