ce toward the sun from the backseat of her family's silver Bentley, letting the warmth kiss her flawless skin
est friend Margo squealed from the front seat, snapping a
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s the CEO of Kingsley Capital-one of the most powerful investment firms in the country. Her mother, Celeste, was a former supermodel who still looked
Angeles, with gold-rimmed champagne flutes, customized macarons, and a live
was the Kingsley life. Opulence was
when they pulled up
waiting outsi
entley, her heels clicking on th
slightly wrinkled. That was strange. Charles Kingsley n
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l locked on her father. Margo hesitat
ther pinch the bridge of his nose. He looked
to stay ca
ightened. "
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d. "What ki
s. Financial irregularities. Allegations. T
. "Wait. Fr
d at her - and for the first time in her
y, the cards, the trusts. I
Lana stared at him like he
out my b
runch. No surprise. I barely convinced t
k in her chest. "No. You're Charles Kingsl
way out of." He looked away. "The
the world. The air drained from th
he swallowed. "
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