SARAHI stood inside the grand hall of Corbin's Modern Art Museum, staring at the glass tower built inside the building. Oliver told me that Philip Corbin had his office on top of this tower. Corbin Enterprises had its own headquarters in Midtown Manhattan, but the owner and CEO of the company preferred to rule his multi-billion-dollar company sitting at the top of the museum he founded."When is your boss coming back?" I asked Oliver, who suddenly showed up next to me."In a few hours," he said.Shivers run down my spine, flaring every nerve and filling me with panic. "He's coming back today, and you're telling me about it only now?!"Oliver chuckled. "Relax. You won't be meeting him today."I blinked. "Why not?"He scratched his head. "He didn't plan to come to New York so soon, but it appears he has an urgent meeting. He's taking a detour, landing in for two hours, and then he jumps back into the plane."I nodded, slowly processing his words. "He must be meeting with someone import
I stopped breathing and blankly stared at the face that used to be so familiar. A few strands of dirty-blond hair slipped out from under the black cap. His gray eyes—the only thing that once made us look alike—seemed almost lifeless, coated by a thick filter of dark void. The deep shades under his eyes were the proof of more than a few sleepless nights, and a few days' stubble made him look a decade older than he was. One of his cheeks was covered with several round scars that seemed burned. He released my hands and stepped back. "Sarah, you have to help me," he said, his voice hoarse and ragged. I looked around; we were in the side alley with no living soul in sight. My lady bag lay on the ground, a foot or so away from me. Drawing a shaky breath, I faced him. "What happened to you?" I asked, even though there were a thousand other things I wanted to say, beginning with asking how he could kill someone. His eyes feverishly scanned my features. "Sarah," he muttered, locking his eyes
ALEXI was sitting in the room on top of the Corbin Modern Art Museum, Philip Corbin's office. New York's most mysterious businessman sat behind his desk, staring at me, a faint smile curving his mouth. Many legends grew around Philip Corbin. Some said that he was born in the slums and started working for the mafia when he was six. Some said that he had been adopted by one of the Chinese Triads' bosses and that he inherited quite a fortune after the boss's death. Then again, another story said that he saved the money he earned doing all kinds of shady business and tripled it playing cards in casinos around the world. People admired him, respected him, but mostly were extremely wary of him. He had been known for rejecting ninety-nine percent of business offers, but the one percent that he accepted received his utmost attention and always turned out to be a financial success.I took a risk reaching out to him and an even bigger risk revealing the plans for my secret project. I didn't kn
SARAHIt was early morning. I sat on the sofa, staring blankly at whatever was in front of me. After everything that had happened last night, I fell asleep as soon as I came back home. When I woke up, I saw a few missed calls from Detective West. I called him back…Bram was dead. I had acknowledged the news, but, at the same time, I hadn't. It felt as if my brain shut down and then froze during rebooting. Deep down inside, I knew what caused that state. I just didn't want to let myself think about it."Do you want some coffee? Tea? A double shot of vodka?" Joy tried to force any kind of reaction from me. I knew I had to get myself together, but I was afraid that If I moved I would break the fragile construction I had built to protect myself. And I was right. I looked at Joy, and every piece of it crashed."I was the one who killed him," I said breathlessly.Joy blinked. "What the hell are you talking about? Did you hit your head or something?"I shook my head and looked at her. "Bram
ALEXI was running on fumes. I was dealing with a lot of issues far more complicated than the regular company crisis, and the news of my guard's killer's death was like a cherry on a fucking disgusting pie. I had spent more than seven years thinking about my big project—seven long years of dreaming and never moving an inch forward until that moment. I wasn't going to lie; Sarah was the one who had given me that push. Not that she knew about it. It wasn't only about freeing myself from the marriage contract; it was about following the path I had chosen.I might have been the CEO of Ravenford Corporation, but the truth was that all the paths there were decided decades ago, and I was only obligated to lead the company through them. Most of our major investments were around the East Coast. That market was well-known, and with our solid position, it was also quite predictable. That strategy might have built the company's concrete foundations, but I was itching to take a turn. I knew that t
SARAHAfter everything that had happened with Bram and that strange situation with somebody stealing my trash, the only thing I wished for was a day off. Unfortunately, I had to make sure that Alex's office was finished by the end of the week.I forced the painters and carpenters to work until noon on Saturday. Then they went home, and I finished the remaining details myself. I saw two guards wandering around the top floor's corridor at five or six. They were two tall and bulky men. They watched me—a fragile woman—moving the furniture on my own. When I called them for help, they pretended they didn't hear me and moved to the other part of the corridor. Well, the gentlemen in that company surely were an endangered species.I finished my work around two or three in the morning, drained beyond my limits. Every muscle in my body was ready to say hello to the pillow. There was only one problem: my pillow was on Park Avenue, and my legs refused to move.The communication system between me a
My circuits must have fried because I stilled, allowing him to taste me, and I had to admit that nothing about his touch felt unpleasant. Liam's spider senses most likely sent him a signal to stay quiet because he didn't utter a single word while an almost stranger kissed his mother in front of him. God, this was so awkward….Cameron took his hands away from my cheeks and grabbed my hand instead. I was still somewhere in the middle of comprehending this whole bizarre situation when I shifted my gaze to Nick. My crappy ex turned pale. He was literally three shades whiter than just a moment ago. His eyes were firmly locked on Cameron. The woman standing next to him looked like she stopped breathing and stared at Ravenford with her mouth open."M-Mr. Ravenford… What are you doing here?" Nick managed.Cameron's eyes turned to me, and he gently stroked my cheek. "Do you know Connors? Was he bothering you?"My lips twitched, forming a faint smile. How did Cameron know Nicolas? And why was h
ALEX"I kissed Jeanette while Sarah was watching," I muttered before finishing the remains of liquor in my glass.Grayson's brows rose. "OK… That's… kinky. Didn't know you're into stuff like that."I flipped him a bird and drew out a curse. "That's part of the fucking plan. I need to pretend that I'm fine with it."His eyes grew wider. "So... Jeanette is into stuff like that?"I gave him a look. "Yes, and I'm sure that she'd be thrilled if I kissed Sarah while she was watching too."There was a pause. "That was sarcasm?" I sent him a cold glare, and he chuckled. "Just checking."I looked at the time; it was close to one in the morning. We were sitting in my new office, drinking. It was the third time this week. I had to admit I liked it better than going back to my penthouse. I loved everything Sarah had done with the place, and staying in that office was the only way I could compensate myself for the fact that I couldn't get anywhere near her. And, yeah… This was quite pathetic.Gray