LOGINMarcus's POV:That ocean didn't kill me.It only took my name, my face, and my ability to walk normally on my left leg.The waves washed me up on a rocky shore a few miles away.A ship captain who owed the DeLuca family a favor found me and took me to a private clinic that didn't record patients' identities.By the time Moretti's people started searching every hospital in Sydney, I'd already become Michael Dane.The doctors repaired my hip, but they couldn't save my shattered knee.From then on, I needed a cane to walk.For the first two years, I kept changing where I lived and who I was.The DeLuca family didn't exist anymore.Enemies in New York, on the West Coast, and in Europe all wanted me dead to strengthen their own positions.I slept with a gun under my pillow and never stayed in the same city for more than three months.I lived like a drifter.In the third year, I went back to Sydney.I didn't go looking for Sarah. I just kept track of her from a distance.ROMANO opened a new
Sarah's POV:Moretti grabbed me by the hair and pressed the muzzle of his gun to the back of my head.The wind off the ocean hit us head-on.More than a dozen gunmen had taken up positions on the roof. They hid behind abandoned water tanks, ventilation units, and waist-high concrete walls, their guns aimed at the stairwell and both sides of the hotel.But the first round of bullets came from behind them."They're on the east side!"One of Moretti's men screamed in panic.Marcus charged in with a few of his men.Bullets slammed into the concrete wall, and chips of stone kept spraying across my face.The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, seawater, and blood.Finally I understood why Marcus had agreed so quickly.Moretti wanted to wipe out what was left of the DeLuca family in one attack.Marcus wanted to use the kidnapping to take Moretti out and win back his New York territory for good.Both sides knew only one family would walk away alive tonight.One of Moretti's gunmen fell
Sarah's POV:When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in an abandoned building.My hands were tied behind my back, and outside, I could hear waves crashing against rocks.The faded front desk, collapsed crystal chandelier, and empty room number plates on the wall told me this had once been a hotel.Rachel sat across from me.She wore an ill-fitting black trench coat and had a knife lying across her knees.A scar ran from behind her ear to her jaw. Her once-glossy blond hair had been hacked off unevenly, her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes shone with a sick kind of excitement."Well, well. Look who's finally awake. Australia's most famous jewelry designer."I looked around.Two armed men stood by the door. Bulletproof vests, spare magazines, and first-aid kits were piled in the corner.Rachel couldn't have planned this kidnapping on her own."Where are we?""A beach hotel south of Sydney."Rachel walked over, leaned down, and used the tip of the knife to tilt my chin up."The view is b
Sarah's POV:Three months later, ROMANO held its first high jewelry auction in Sydney.The venue was a glass ballroom overlooking Sydney Harbour.Collectors and jewelry buyers weren't the only ones there. A few fashion outlets had sent reporters all the way from the U.S. and Europe just for the event.I was standing beside the stage, about to introduce the final collection, when I spotted a familiar figure in the crowd. I froze.Marcus.In the months since I'd last seen him, he'd lost a lot of weight.His expensive black suit still fit him perfectly, but the arrogance he used to carry was gone.A pale scar ran along the side of his face, and he moved his right shoulder stiffly.Our eyes met across the crowd. I looked away quickly. I had more important things to do today.The first lot was a black opal necklace, with an opening bid of two hundred thousand Australian dollars.The auctioneer had barely announced the price when Marcus raised his paddle."One million."The ballroom went sil
Sarah's POV:By my sixth month in Sydney, I measured my days by work instead of meals.Mornings with gem suppliers, afternoons watching craftsmen set stones, nights revising designs. I often didn't get home until the early hours.Every now and then, old friends found a way to get messages to me."Sarah, Marcus is turning the whole underworld upside down.""He's offered a reward no one could turn down, all to find you.""Men make mistakes. Won't you even think about giving him another chance?"I never answered.Marcus's name didn't hurt anymore.It was like spam piling up in my inbox. I could see it. I just didn't open it anymore.A hand suddenly snatched away the design I was drawing."Stop."It was Lily Bennett.We'd been best friends since college.When I decided to leave New York, she didn't hesitate to let me use half her studio.She set a coffee down in front of me."You haven't taken a single day off since you got to Sydney. And don't tell me it's because you love your work. You'
Marcus's POV:The reporters were still shouting questions as Daniel and six bodyguards forced a path through the crowd and got Rachel and me into the Escalade. We sped off."That video was destroyed years ago."My voice was calm.Anyone close to me knew that kind of calm meant I was seething.Daniel lowered his head. "We're still looking into it. The first files were posted by an anonymous account. The upload was routed through several overseas servers. By the time we traced it to the source, the account had been deleted."I turned to look out the window. Someone had secretly kept a copy. That was something I could never forgive.Rachel's phone rang just then. I couldn't hear what the caller said, but her voice shot up."What do you mean the brands are pulling out? What about the Golden Globes?"A few seconds later, she turned to me, tears already falling."They pulled my Best Actress nomination. I've lost millions of followers on social media. Everyone's calling me a whore."She grabb







