LOGINI opened my mouth to argue but nothing came out. “See?” she whispered. “I don’t know if taking him back is the right decision. I don’t know if he’ll ever fully earn your trust again. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like for either of you.” She brushed another tear from my cheek. “What I do know i
“Mom, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” I set the wine bottle down on the counter and rubbed at my forehead. “Everything feels messed up right now. The station today brought everything back. The divorce. Arabella. The fire. The wedding. All of it.” I laughed weakly and shook my head. “And Seb
The Miller estate boasted one of the most exclusive private wine collections in the country. Most people assumed my parents simply owned a successful vineyard. Most people were wrong. The vineyard the public knew about was only one piece of the empire. The truly valuable bottles never carried th
But he was nervous. Genuinely, visibly nervous. It was a sight I had only witnessed zero times in all the years I’d known him, and the fact that my mother could produce it in him when boardrooms couldn’t said something interesting about both of them. “Good evening, Mrs. Miller,” Sebastian said,
My father opened the front door before I even reached the porch steps, which meant he’d been standing by the window, tracking our headlights the moment the car turned down the gravel driveway. “There she is.” he said, his voice warm and rough around the edges, the kind of tone that always made me
He let out a dark, breathless laugh, his jaw ticking violently. "That sniveling, desperate piece of work did this?" "The detective said he's been doing it for years," I explained, the reality of it making my throat feel tight again. "He uses sabotage so they get disqualified or go bankrupt, and the







