LOGINHe tilted his head against Eloise's hair, mocking. "Funny thing about your wife, brother. She wasn't nearly as innocent as you wanted to believe. She's been my willing little mistress for months. Every single thing she did — the poison, all of it — she did because I asked her to." "That's a lie," E
Eloise Her head throbbed in time with a deep, sick pounding that made the dark storage room tilt every time she moved. She pressed a hand to the back of her skull and it came away wet. But as the darkness threatened to pull her under, she forced herself to stop crying. She couldn't lie here wait
Thomas ignored them completely, speaking calmly into his phone. "Put me through to the senior asset management team in Geneva. I need to activate the emergency provisions attached to the family trust. We have a medical crisis, and time is limited.” There was a brief pause. “Of course, sir. May I c
“What do you need from him?” “His signature.” I ended the call and turned toward my father. “Your authorization is required,” I said. “I know.” “Then sign it.” My father shook his head. “You are not thinking clearly. I am protecting this family," Alastair rasped, his voice rough from my grip
“Back off, Alastair. I don’t have time for your lectures.” His eyes widened at the way I addressed him. But I no longer cared. For the first time in my life, Hawthorne Group meant absolutely nothing to me. "Lectures?!" Alastair shouted, throwing his hands up. "You are destroying generations of wo
On the other end of the line, there was a brief, stunned pause. Arabella had clearly expected me to scream, to negotiate, or to stall for time. "She will," Arabella answered, her confidence faltering for a fraction of a second. "The antivenom will neutralize the toxin." "Done," I said instantly. "







