The Jilted Heiress And Her Fake Marriage

think I wouldn't

llroom of the Waldorf Astoria, letting th

nking of vintage flutes. She lifted her hand and adjusted the oversized marble-patterned sunglasses perched on the bridg

chilled flute of Dom Pérignon without breaking stride. Her

uxedos and silk gowns. Her gaze locked str

e he

night-navy suit Daphne had spent three weeks picking out for him. On his face was th

m sat Gri

ke an endangered orchid. Her head rested gently on Destin's s

n heels struck the polished marble floor. Ea

Upper East Side socia

her gloved fingers. "Isn't that Daphne? The daughter Barack Brad

and her uncle cut open corpses for the state of New York. The spineless parasites of the Bradfo

velvet booth, towering over

ear, laughing softly. When Daphne's shadow

died in

oshing bourbon over

hed it over with a look of pure, fragile helplessness. As an illegitimate daughter of the Knight

mmered, pulling back f

Her eyes drifted do

in platinum. It was the only heirloom Daphne's late mother had left her,

led in Daphne's stomach, follow

een Daphne and Grisel. "What the hell are you doing back i

deadly, and entirely devoid of warmth. "I see

out from behind Destin's arm. "Destin and I were just discussing the do

id quietly. "Before I rip that neckl

seize Daphne's wrist. "That's enough! You're making a sce

him with sharp, a

ist fl

ked her eyelashes, and ruined her contoured cheekbones before

She slipped backward onto the velvet

a suffocating, breathless silence

d with a raised finger. "Do you have any idea wh

a slow, deliberate movement. Her amb

the silent room like a razor. "And you used Bradford Capital's lines of credit to cover your family's unpaid margi

to a sickly, pale gray. He looked around at the staring cr

, clutching Destin's trouser leg. "Des

lute and brought it down hard a

ac

he sound echoing off

of dust from her lapel. "A fraud deserves

n on he

s. She walked past the stunned waiters, through the gilded archways, and o

e, clearing the stench of stale champ

fingers were trembling-not from fear, but fr

with her good friends Aver

ed. Meet me in SOHO. I need thre