INICIAR SESIÓNI look her dead in the eye, the pain in my cheek turning into pure, defensive defiance. "I don't care about your money! I am only here to find out the truth about what happened to your mother!" SMACK! Caroline slaps me across the face with enough force to burst my lip, the metallic taste of blood
Jake just shrugs, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes still tracking my waistline. I move down the line, my breath catching in my throat as I approach the final two seats. Georgia and Lydia. Georgia is leaning back, laughing softly at something Lydia just murmured, looking untouchable. I step up
It clicks in my brain right then—that is exactly why the mastermind chose her. She’s the perfect person to bribe because she doesn't talk. I open my mouth, trying to phrase a casual, conversational opening about Grandmother Newton’s murder, but the words dry up in my throat. I can't just blurt ou
I creep down the grand, plushly carpeted upper hallway, a damp microfiber cloth squeezed in my right hand as I pretend to wipe down the gold-leaf molding on the wall of the Newton house. My eyes, however, are locked on Caroline Newton’s back. She’s walking a few paces ahead of me, looking like a wa
The mocking sarcasm is gone, replaced by a hyper-focused, intensely protective glare. She narrows her eyes, studying my face through her oversized sunglasses. "What about Owen?" "In case you haven't opened a single app or looked at what's been aggressively circulating on the internet since this mo
I stare at the glowing screen of the TV in my room, a groan rattling the very depths of my soul. I swear to God, I cannot have a single, solitary second of peace in this godforsaken world. Right there on the screen, dominating every single social media platform, entertainment blog, and legal foru
I completely pull away this time, ignoring the way she whimpers slightly in her sleep at the loss of heat. I stand up, feeling slightly woozy as the blood rushes to my head. The room tilts for a second before coming into sharp focus. I straighten my rumpled dress shirt, feeling like a mess. I need
"I’m telling you, Greg," Tobias is saying, his voice booming with the confidence of a man who just birthed a masterpiece. "Sydney is the best of the best. She didn't just play the role; she became the soul of this film. We’re looking at awards, gentlemen. Mark my words." The investors laugh, that r
I shrug Camille’s hand off my shoulder with as much grace as a man can muster when he’s currently being looked at like a prime cut of steak. "The food is paid for, Camille. Eat both portions if you like," I say, already standing up. "Owen, don't be boring! Sit down, we haven't even talked about Mi
"Alright, everyone! That’s a wrap on Scene 42. Take thirty, and when we come back, we tackle the finale!" Jeffery’s voice booms across the studio, and for the first time today, I actually let out a breath that doesn't feel like it’s being squeezed out of my lungs. My shoulders drop about three inch







