There was no Christian. Presley wanted to continue seeing me. She wanted to sleep with me. Of course, she created such a narrative. She thinks I'm stupid.I chuckled to myself as Presley looked at me, probably thinking I believed her."So?" she asked as I turned to her."You know, being a lawyer, you have to learn to read people," I said, and she nodded."And so is being a PI. Now I am going to work on your friend and see why he's doing this.""No, you're not," I said, putting on my seatbelt."What?""Get out of my car.""I don't understand.""Listen." I turned and faced her. "I know Atlanta is full of straight women, but being this desperate will just jeopardize your career.""Okay…?" She laughed. "What's happening?""I know you want to keep seeing me, so you built this lie to get an excuse.""Ms. Sterling, I know you're pretty, and I won't lie, I would love to taste those lips, but my work comes first. I'm not lying to you. This woman—""Was my mother, and she's dead.""They used yo
At this point, I wasn’t even sure how I was still breathing. My heart had stopped beating a while ago.My mother.How could she just die on the very same day I came to find her? What kind of cruel joke was God playing on me? Why now?I could hear Presley and the lobby man still talking, but none of it made sense. The words were English, but they weren’t registering. My ears were blocked like I was underwater.First, I was born the wrong gender—my father wanted a boy. And I turned out to be a girl. That was the beginning of my curse.I never knew what a mother’s love felt like, and that scar still follows me. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m even a good parent to Parker... all because I never had a parent myself.My dad only ever gave me money. The only thing I learned from him was survival. How to please Aaliyah and his wife—or else I’d be cut loose. That was the training. That was my childhood.If it hadn’t been for the brilliant mother-authors who wrote parenting books, I don’t know how I
I took a moment to take everything in before telling Presley I was ready. I didn't want to waste a second. Sure, I was scared and didn’t know what I’d say to her… but I believed everything would fall into place when I saw her. Right now, I just needed that motherly hug—the one I never got.“I arranged this meetup. I insist I pay,” I said, pushing Presley's money back.“I thought so too, but you're so gorgeous, and I've never been on a date with such a pretty lady. So allow me.” She pushed her money back, and I sighed, then called for a waitress. As soon as she got there, I quickly handed her the money from my purse, payment, and a fair tip.“Damn, and you're smart too,” she muttered, watching how fast I worked.“If you're a lawyer, you'd understand,” I said as I stood up. She stood too, and then her phone rang. She told me she’d take the call outside. I asked for a bottle of water and told her to go ahead—I’d meet her out front.Presley left, and I sat back down, my knees too weak to
Have you ever had a gun pointed right in the middle of your forehead? God, if you don't have guts, you might actually pee yourself.Now, I’ve been in dangerous situations before—divorce settlements can get messy like that. I’ve had guns pulled on me, screamed at, nearly run over. So yes, danger wasn’t exactly new. But this? This was a different kind.“You better not move, lady,” the man warned.He was wearing a mask, voice muffled and shaky. I froze—not because I was scared for myself, but because I thought of my daughter. She only had me. I still had to bring another child into this world before I could die. So yeah, not today.I slowly raised my hands, trying to show I wasn’t a threat. That’s when he frowned and asked, “What are you doing?”Okay… clearly, this guy didn’t know what he was doing. His voice cracked, the gun wobbled, and I noticed something—his finger wasn’t even on the trigger. He was trembling. A total amateur.Still, I played it cool. He had a gun, real or not.Then
I moved back and searched for the document that had her profile. “Mrs. Roberts,” I said, glancing down at it. It said she was a businesswoman who owned a jewelry store. I almost laughed. There was no way she could work.“No, don't even think about it.”“Excuse me?”“Oh, don't act like you don't know. I know you're Valeria.”“I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you have the wrong person.”“Wrong person? Haha.” She laughed, and I kept my composure. “Did you hear that? She says I have the wrong person.” She turned to my secretary, who gave her a confused look.“Mrs. Roberts, would you like to sit?” my secretary asked, watching her like some kind of psycho. That clearly pissed her off because she snapped back.“This is Valeria. I know her.”“Ma'am, would you like me to call security?” the secretary turned to me. She obviously didn't believe her. And as much as I wanted to watch security drag my crazy sister out of here—and by security, I mean the two guys Christian insisted stay on me—I still hadn’
Finally, the classes I took in college came into play. Being a lawyer meant becoming a liar, an actor, and a seller, and right now I was selling my act. I cleared my throat and looked over my computer just to make sure he wasn't still watching me thinking I was Valeria.“It says here, Lexford Financial?” I asked, already knowing the Roberts usually handled these kinds of banking relations. Fiona had listened and specifically picked Lexford, not Roberts.“May I sit? Ms. Sterling, right?” he asked, and that’s when I noticed the secretary—she was practically drooling. Yes, Rodrigo had the kind of looks that made women weak in the knees. I used to be one of them. That was before everything he did to me. Now, all I felt was rage.“No, we don’t have a meeting.”“I think we do.”“Excuse me?”“Roberts Capital recently bought Lexford.”“Oh.” I blinked, unsure of what to say.“I saw your name and remembered you were the woman I mistook for my gorgeous ex-wife.”“Yes, you did that.” I chuckled n