ログインHe hasn't moved a single millimeter in over seventeen hours. A cold sweat breaks out across the back of my neck. Even if he had engine trouble, he would have called a private flatbed. He wouldn't just sit on a dark, isolated highway shoulder all night without sending a single text. I'm going to ch
It is past eight in the morning, I have a company to run today, and my body is running on zero percent fuel. But as I step through the swinging doors into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. There is no scent of bacon, no freshly brewed coffee, and zero activity. Instead, three of the housemaids
The look on his face. That smug, infuriating, triumphant look Owen wore when he clicked the folder shut. My lawyer—that pompous, overpaid little weasel—had warned me. He had told me that Owen doesn't have the will because he has it, and it was a ploy to get me to confess. And what did I do? I di
"And finally," I nod at her. "To Georgia Newton, the widow of my son, I leave a one-time settlement of ten thousand dollars to cover immediate relocation expenses from the property." Georgia gasps, her mask of innocence shattering into a million pieces. She stands up, taking a menacing step toward
"It's about time," Caroline snarls, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and tapping her heel against the floor. "We have been sitting in this stuffy room for forty-five minutes. Better get on with it." I don't even look up from the leather binder resting on my lap. I slowly turn a crisp, blank
She’s wearing a silk robe, a laptop is balanced on her knees loudly streaming a reality television show, and scattered all over my crisp white duvet are open bags of greasy potato chips, chocolate wrappers, and half-eaten cookies. I have a lot of boundaries, but my number-one, non-negotiable mental
"God, I never thought I’d get to revisit this goddamn scene again!" I’m standing in the middle of the fake street, soaked to the bone, shivering as the overhead sprinklers pelt me with what feels like ice-cold needles. This fucking scene again! Of all the deleted scenes from the movie, it had to
The sun hasn’t even fully cleared the horizon when the first ping pierces through my dreams. I groan, burying my face into the plush silk pillows of my bed, trying to block out the intrusion. But then comes another. And another. And many more notifications that makes my heart start to race before
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







