a stood alone beneath the massive chandelier, its crystals dulled by years of dust. A storm whispered beyond the tall windows, rain speckling the pane
a half-empty decanter of brandy casting amber light beside him. His once-commanding fram
his, are you?" he rasped, voice gra
jargon, conditions. Terms that stripped away romance and made her heart a line it
e's drowning in debt. The vineyards are failing. There are li
t blink. "Let
thing Grandfather bu
Clay will save i
gray ashes and the memory of warmth. Her reflection shimmered faintly i
hing. The debts. The estate
ost?" Malc
of a name-only marriage. He walks away,
belong
a breath. "I'll belong to mys
y the claws of power, now standing on the edge of a battlefield she didn't choose. But Geor
en from the dr
picked up
physical relationship without consent. He doesn't control me. Not in public,
and steel slicing through the clouds. Georgia stepped into the marble lobby, the click o
mility. The man himself stood by the glass, dark navy suit tailored to perfection, hands in his pockets, hair combed back with a prec
turn as sh
e you've
pped it on his desk. "I also assum
n unreadable. That was West
y... assert
ed in playing a s
ser, voice low. "I d
his cologne bergamot and cedar curling aroun
e said. "You may be saving my f
ee," he s
es nar
You signed it to stop yourself from drowning. Pr
his desk. She pressed the tip to her palm, le
only thing that reminds
hand. Then, slowly, he took a linen handkerchief
Georgia," he murmured.
, Georgia walked barefoot across heated marble floors, her belongings untouched in their Louis Vuitton s
ing like fireflies below. Her phone buzzed relentlessly on the granite countertop
es Legacy fo
Love? Georgia Vance and We
hone. Silence was
that. She hesitated, robe clutched at her coll
lver lid gleaming. Beside it roses. Dozens of them. Deep red, the
esitated befo
as thick. H
devours ou
n the hallway.
e suite, locking the door, b
on the table lik
ng against her ribs. Somewhere in the city, som
new what
ar hadn't