로그인Sydney and Tobias. Sydney looks clean, dressed in a pristine cream pantsuit, while Tobias stands beside her looking a bit rough, but more put together than I am right now. A wave of venom explodes in my chest at the sight of them. "You low-life bastards!" I curse at them, spitting the words acros
The line goes completely dead. "Fuck!" I drop the phone, my brain spinning in crazy circles as I turn around and sprint straight toward my bedroom to grab my emergency cash and passport. But the exact second I cross the threshold, Deckard charges in right behind me. He slams the bedroom door shut
"Rachel! Naomi!" I'm sprinting down the grand hallway, the heels of my pumps clacking like an erratic machine gun against the marble floorboards. Sweat is beading at my hairline, ruining my freshly done makeup, and my chest is heaving so violently I can barely drag air into my lungs. I shriek a
By the time I drive my sports coupe to the central police precinct, the clock is hovering past mid-afternoon. I walk through the glass entrance, and I immediately spot Tobias standing by the vending machines, a paper cup of terrible hospital coffee in his hand. The moment he sees me, he sets the c
It's been hours. And a lot of things have happened in these past hours. But the one thing I desperately want to happen hasn't happened yet. And that's Owen coming out of surgery and actually being okay. It's not until another thirty minutes that the red double doors of the operating theater swing
"Then it’s a good thing we have more than words," Sydney says from behind me. I turn around to see her stepping out from behind my shoulder. Her face is still incredibly pale, her eyes rimmed with red from her earlier tears, but the vulnerable panic has vanished, replaced by a cold, burning focus.
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







