LOGINShe took her own life for a deception known as love. For ten years, Lottie Rice was the dutiful wife of Geoffrey Smith and quiet servant to the Smith family. She endured all kinds of verbal abuse and physical punishment under the pretense of discipline because she knew true love meant being treated badly. Upon Geoffrey’s arrest for a hit-and-run killing of an innocent woman, Lottie fulfilled her duties of love and took the fall for a crime she never committed. She thought she was saving him. She was the sacrifice all along. The frame-up was never an accident. It was his plan from day one and she was the pawn built to take the fall. The wife who died for him was never more than a pearl he meant to crush. What none of them knew: Lottie wasn't the nobody the Smiths rescued from nothing. She was the missing heir to the Rice empire, hiding a fortune and a bloodline for a love that was never real. Now the truth is surfacing and the family that spat on her is on its knees. The husband who sold her out wants her back, desperate and in love with the woman he destroyed. But Lottie isn't interested in being loved. She's interested in being feared. What stands in her way: Eric Reese, vicious heir to the conglomerate, tracking down the woman who he thinks murdered his sister. He doesn’t know that she is innocent. She doesn’t know that he could be her only hope. Two blades. Two targets. Neither knows what’s in store for them.
View More“Then we'll have to retire half your wardrobe.”Charlene gave him a dry look.For the first time in several days, Margaret laughed without trying to hide it.Across the city, Eric Reese placed a photograph on his desk.Marcus Hale stood opposite him, holding a tablet.“The footage from the garage has been enhanced,” Marcus reported.“Any improvement?”“Not enough to identify the person.”Eric picked up the photograph.The image showed a figure wearing an oversized hooded jacket, standing beside a dark vehicle. The camera angle was poor. The face was hidden, and the light from the streetlamp barely reached the pavement.“Can you determine the person's height?”“Not reliably. The camera was mounted too high, and the vehicle distorted the proportions.”“Gender?”“No.”Eric looked up.Marc
Charlene tightened her grip around the handle of her cane.Nina stood a few steps away, one hand ready to catch her if her injured leg gave out.“I'm beginning to think you enjoy watching me suffer,” Charlene muttered.Nina laughed. “If I enjoyed it, I wouldn't be standing here ready to catch you.”“That's comforting.”“Come on. Three more steps.”Charlene glanced at the parallel bars. Then at the open space beyond them.Three steps.A month ago, she could barely sit upright without assistance. Now she could cross the rehabilitation room with a cane, though every movement demanded concentration.She planted the cane firmly.“One.”Her right foot moved forward.“Two.”Her left leg followed, trembling slightly.“Three.”She reached Nina, who offered her a hand.Charlene ignored it.“I did it.”“You did.”“Without your help.”“Technically, I was still here.”“Don't ruin this moment.”Nina raised both hands in surrender. “Fine. You did it entirely on your own.”Charlene looked down at her
“Run that footage again.”Marcus Hale leaned toward the monitor and rewound the recording.“That's the clearest image we could recover from the garage's old security system.”Eric stood behind him, his arms folded across his chest.“Go back five seconds.”Marcus adjusted the timeline.The footage showed a dark vehicle approaching the far end of the street. It slowed before stopping near the garage entrance.A figure stepped out of the passenger side.The person appeared to exchange a few words with someone standing near the workshop before returning to the vehicle.Eric leaned closer.“Pause.”The image froze.“Can you enlarge it?”Marcus adjusted the footage again.The figure became larger on the screen, but the image only revealed a dark hood covering the person's head and most of the face.Eric narrowed his eyes.“Can you sharpen it?”“I already tried.”“Try again.”Marcus ran another enhancement.The picture became grainier.The hooded figure's outline was visible, but the face re
“Again, Miss Charlene. One more time.”Charlene looked at the short flight of steps in front of her.“Are you sure you don't have an easier assignment for me?”Her physical therapist, Nina, folded her arms.“You walked the entire rehabilitation corridor yesterday. Surely three steps won't defeat you.”“Three steps?” Charlene glanced at the staircase. “Those look like thirty.”Nina laughed.“Come on. Hold the railing.”Charlene placed her hand against it.“Slowly,” Nina instructed. “Put your right foot on the first step.”Charlene did as she was told. Her leg trembled, but she managed to lift herself.“Good. Now the other foot.”She followed.When she reached the second step, she stopped.“Can I complain now?”“You can complain after the third.”“That's a terrible arrangement.”“Keep moving.”Charlene shook her head, smiling despite herself.With Nina beside her, she climbed the final step.“There,” Nina said. “You did it.”Charlene looked down at the steps she had just climbed.“I did
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