LOGINThey came to celebrate love, but leave with blood on their hands. Brielle Champagne has it all: beauty, brains, and the perfect fiancé. Or so it seems. Behind the sparkling estate gates, her engagement party is nothing more than a high-society stage for lies, betrayal, and blackmail. Her sister, Draya, is back in town with secrets sharp enough to cut through the family’s carefully crafted image. Her best friend, Monty, is a temptation she can’t quite outrun. And her fiancé, Kannon Maxwell, is hiding the kind of truth that could shatter them both; a truth her powerful father is using to control everyone in the room. By the end of the weekend, hidden affairs will be exposed, old flames will reignite, and one devastating revelation might rip the Champagne family apart for good. Money can buy silence and the perfect party, but it can’t buy forgiveness.
View MoreThe first time I ever made a move on Brielle was after a late night study hall in college.A few of us huddled in the library to debate a topic from an earlier class, and she just so happened to be one of the few.I thought she was the sexiest girl at U.C. and even though Draya and I fooled around a few times, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Brielle.Her smile was infectious, and her energy was light and bubbly, which, ironically, made it easier for me to focus on the assignment I hated to be tied up on that night. I would’ve had more fun club hopping and drinking with the guys, but because of her, I was content.By the end of study hall, I was hungry as hell and not ready to go home, so I invited her to a pizzeria not too far from campus.She was skeptical at first—I think Monty was waiting for her to get back to her dorm, but I had other plans for her that night.“What’s your major exactly?” I asked. “I know your dad is the big dawg in Chicago, so how does he want you to live up to his
The year I met Monty was the first time I ever felt so alive.The first time we had sex was when I knew what love felt like.He took care of my mind, my body, and spirit—made me feel like a woman and not just some gorgeous flesh ready at a man's disposal.He was kind and romantic, gentle and nurturing. I had my first real orgasm right there in his bed—my nails snug in the skin on his back while I convulsed and squeezed his throbs with a muscle I didn’t even know I knew how to use.And he didn’t stop there.No.He turned me over and inched his way in from behind, making me feel like his entire being had climbed inside me.My back arched involuntarily, and he held onto my breasts and rocked with my reaction to a sensation so lovely.My hips swayed, and my pussy purred like a sleepy kitten after a delicious bowl of milk.And the more she purred, the harder we collided, until his milk refilled my bowl again.“Wah we jus do?” He fell onto the bed, out of breath but still erect. “We cyaan d
Sitting in the hospital waiting room felt like I was doing a life sentence.Doctors, nurses, and enraged patients scattered the halls like patrons of a chaotic high school.Telephones, intercoms, and room lights rang and chimed, but it was all a blur to me. Every voice I heard, every question I was asked, it all sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown.Womp. Womp. Womp.I was too worried that Monty wouldn’t make it out of surgery to pay attention to anything. Not even Detective Morris and his lapdog asking me fifty million questions.“What’s your relation to Montclair? Are you two married, friends with benefits? Or just hanging out?”“I’ve known him since college. We’re good friends,” I replied numbly.“Does he have any enemies, or do you have any enemies that would have done this?”“I know who shot him.”Detective Morris looked surprised by my answer; like he expected me to lie or make him jump through hoops to pull the truth out of me.Remembering how he reacted when he found ou
“Why did you shoot him! He wasn’t supposed to die!”“I thought he was gonna kill you! He went for a gun! You didn’t see it because you were too focused on scaring Brielle.”“Fuck! Shit! Fuck!”I paced back and forth with my hand on my head, trying to figure out what to do next.It was by pure luck that Kannon and I got out of Monty’s house before the police came, but none of that mattered to me if he was dead.Not freedom, not luck, not Brielle’s heartache.I wanted to be with him in the end. To show Brielle that two could play the game she mastered so long ago. But if he was dead, that meant we both lost.And if we both lost, then everything was for nothing.“You think anybody saw us?” Kannon asked, peeping through his blinds like a peeping Tom.“Yeah. Brielle,” I replied smugly.“Besides her.”“No, Kannon. I don’t know. Why were you there anyway? Did you follow me?”For a minute, I thought he might’ve been jealous that I was going to see another man in the middle of the night. But n












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