leepless night. She watched the actress in the bed, the wo

sionally flicking a triumphant glanc

he bowl away. The fragile look vanish

ella purred, dabbing her lips with a napkin. "Yo

r hands forming a sharp, ang

that's yours. Your husband, your status, everything

a conspiratorial hiss, like a snake. "Jus

nt rigid. Her mother, Julia Sharp, had died i

sfaction. "Oh, you didn't know? Did you real

. She stared at Stella, waiting for

high-and-mighty mother found out that your father, Richard Sharp, had me, his illegitimate daughter. She even orchestrated m

betrayal? She drove off in a rage, and then... boom!" St

kes a little. A perfect, tragic acc

of a physical blow. Her mother. Murdered. A

dical cart. Instruments and glass vials cra

couldn't breathe. She clutched her chest, sinking to her kn

icker of pure pleasure in her eyes

knife on the bedside table. H

ace streaked with tears,

cross her own forearm i

staining her white hospit

e knife. It landed at Chloe's feet. Her face

his to me!" Her shriek was sharp enough t

by her shoes to Stella's bleeding arm and her ter

d been

ious, undeniabl

e it slammed against the wall. The firs

er own blood, a gruesome wound on her arm. And Chloe, kneeling on the floor, the bloody weapon

ve of pure, murderous fury rolled of

de with brutal force. Her head crack

Stella into his arms, his voice tr

flooded in, gaspi

nd looked at Chloe with the eyes of a man

bit out, each word a vow. "I