cade. I remembered lazy Sunday mornings, whispered secrets in the dark, the way she used to trace the lines on my palm and tell me my future was with her. The memories were ghosts, taunting me wit

io looking like a ghost myself. My eyes were bloodshot, my face pale. My l

e said. "There's someone here

a perfectly tailored suit stood up from the worn-out sofa in our lo

his voice a low baritone.

ent world, a rival to Liam Hayes, but known for his integrity an

ur game, Miller. Hayes is trying to force a hostile takeover of my company. He's using shell corporations and stole

hed a check across the table. I

sure you get everything you're owed and more." He paused, his gaze intense. "I also know about Chloe. Hayes has a weaknes

sh stab of pain. That night, I confronted Chloe. The ch

suit," I said. "And you n

t? You'll use his money to fight me? You'

shaking with rage. "The cufflinks. The t

omposure finally cracked. For a second, I saw

e reached for me, her hands cold against my skin. "It'

of hope, I let her pull me into an embrace. It was a lie, a temporary truce in a