tiny apartment. Liam had traced the lines of my palm and whispered, "I'm going to build an empire, Chloe. And you're going to be

berate process. I felt nothing but a hollow ache. The love had been surgically removed, leaving behind only the raw nerves of betrayal. I found the key to our sha

eds, was a folder. It contained a prenuptial agreement between him and Sophia Hayes. And worse, a draft of a trust document. It was for me. A "discret

rice on my love, my loyalty. He had planned my future as his m

s more desperate. "Chloe, please, talk t

ies. I was tired. The fight had gone out of me, replac

the apartment. I was in the bedroom, packi

ed out, his voice

open beside me. The walls were bare. The spa

empty? Why won't you answer my calls

am," I said, my voice fl

the mask of the charming manipulator sliding back into place. "Sophia? Sophia Hayes?

e had the nerve to look irritated, as if her call was an unwelcome interruption to his performance.

, it' s not true. You' re the only o

uch felt like a violation. "Don' t," I said, my v

ened again. A woman' s voice, light and musical, called

t when she saw me, her eyes widening in surprise. She looked from me to Liam, a slow, knowing smile spreadi

condescending sweetness. "You must be