re filled with a haunted, fragile look.
do?" I asked her, m
, confused. "Wh
ole. All of them. Do you want t
efore sparked in her eyes. It wasn' t f
she said, her voice raspy. "I
family is a battlefield, and you
attending some vapid socialite luncheon, orchestrating dra
s brutal, efficient, and taught Gabby how to turn her fear into focused aggression. I watched
each her financial literacy. He drilled her on market analysis, portfolio management, an
ette coaches. They stripped away the Bronx and rebuilt
ingle, encrypted text: Touch her again
d peace. Gabby transformed. The haunted look in her eyes was replaced by a sharp, intellige
than re
n. "Jocelyn, I was wrong. I' ve been thinking. W
it wa
fficially introduce Gabrielle Clark to New York hig
ed into my vision, con
Ethan. Public setting,
oducing her. He'
uncan. The sixty-year-old real es
on and a very specific, very public preference for "traditional," untouched women
ng with wealth and power. Gabby was breathtaking in a sapphi
k of sycophantic friends cornere
voice dripping with venom. "You can put a diamond coll
you can wrap a snake in silk, Ni
d a glass for attention, a triumphant s
bout rectifying past mistakes." His eyes landed on me. "Jocelyn, I
grand, pub
Everything. All I ask in return is that you release your clai
o buy my silenc
at him. "I agree," I said,
s smirk widened. He thought he' d won. He thoug
but towards Nicole. "And to seal a new partnership that will secure our family' s future for
cole to the lec
What? No! Ethan, the deal was for her!"
was pure ice.
over Nicole with a possessive, disgusting h
stammered, looking at Ethan
," I said, my voice carrying across the silent room. "Proof of your very activ
crime, she unfortunately didn' t meet his disgusting 'criteria' either.
Duncan' s men took her arms. She was dragged a
turned to leave, a new, terrifying
d. It' s the beginni
o launch a hostile takeover of Joce
be assaulted. He' ll "save" her
ll manipulate her into a sacrificial ma
tragic 'accident.' He gets her shares,
his wasn' t just about punishing