INICIAR SESIÓNTobias looks at me for a long moment before his face softens entirely. He steps forward, wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a firm, protective hug. "It's fine, Sydney. I'm not offended. I am only concerned about your well-being. That is all." I lean my head against his
My breath completely leaves my body. Owen is lying flat on his side in the dirt, his suit completely shredded and caked in dark mud. He is drenched in rain, his face deathly pale, and a deep laceration on his temple is actively pooling dark blood into the earth. His eyes are closed, his body limp
I slam the front doors behind me, the sound echoing through the empty foyer like a gunshot as I duck through the rain into my car. The police have already hauled Camille away in the back of a cruiser, her pathetic, weeping face pressed against the glass. I should rest like Tobias said I should, but
My heart drops into my stomach. Sitting in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the wheel with a rabid, white-knuckled intensity, is Georgia. Her face is completely unhinged, her eyes wide and manic as she glares right through the window at me. "Oh my god," I breathe out, my voice cracking. "Tobi
I push open the double doors of my mother’s mansion, stepping out onto the grand stone portico as a weight lifts off my shoulders. The air is fresh, though wet, as rain slashes against the concrete, turning the gravel driveway into a shimmering sheet of grey water. I pull the collar of my suit jac
"You fucking wicked piece of trash!" I storm into the room, my heart galloping and my vision blurring as I zero in on her. Camille jumps a mile into the air, her face turning a shade of pale as she drops her phone onto the rug, her eyes widening in horror. "Sydney!" she stammers, quickly scramblin
I run a trembling hand over my face, desperately trying to clear my vision, but it’s a losing battle. The rain, courtesy of three massive industrial overhead sprinklers, is relentless, pouring down on me in icy, heavy sheets that make my skin sting. I’m standing in the middle of a simulated street
A wave of pure relief washes over me, so strong I feel dizzy. "Thank you. Oh, thank you—" "But," he interrupts, holding up a hand. "There will be clauses. I do not work for free, and as you’ve already admitted, even if you worked for the next three years, you couldn't afford my standard hourly rate
The morning sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grandmother Newton’s sunroom, giving a beautiful shimmer to the floral patterns of the upholstery. I am kneeling on the plush rug at Grandmother’s feet, my fingers steady as I adjust the brim of her favorite silk hat. She is insistent
A lace dress with a mid thigh high slit, plunging neckline and open back, is probably inappropriate for a funeral. But it's black, so I guess that should make up for it. I step out of my car, looking through my little net veil at the crowd gathered for Mr Newton's funeral. As a billionaire, he h







