MasukThe room doesn't process this quietly.It couldn't, not with these names, not with this crowd. Mia Stone is the most famous actress in the country. Allie Brooks is the woman who married Liam Hart at twenty and has been a source of industry fascination ever since. Two hundred people who read every industry publication, who know every rumor that has ever circulated about both of them, who have spent months speculating about the history between Mia and Liam — these two hundred people have just been told that the two women at the center of that story are the prime suspects in the theft of a fourteen-million-dollar gem.The math of gossip is immediate and brutal. The room doesn't need to deliberate. It simply begins.
The room is completely different with two hundred people in it.The same walls, the same angled ceiling fixtures, the same crystal elements built into the corners — but what felt strange and slightly off when I was alone becomes theatrical with an audience. The light plays differently against so many bodies, catching fabric and jewelry and the whites of expectant eyes. The space smells like perfume and champagne and the specific, charged energy of people who have been promised something extraordinary and are positioned to receive it.The guide stands at the front, remote in hand, looking exactly like a man about to deliver the final act of a very expensive evening.
I planned to avoid her.The plan lasted approximately forty-five seconds after I reached the second floor.I hear the click of heels before I see her, and by the time Mia Stone appears in the corridor I've already turned toward the door of the empty room I accidentally wandered into. I'm moving. I'm leaving. I have every intention of making this easy for both of us."Stop."The word lands with enough authority that my feet actually obey it before my brain weighs in. I stop. I turn. I look at her and she looks at me and the hallway between us is small and the November cold f
George catches Mia's wrist.Not roughly. Not dramatically. The clean, certain grip of someone who has been doing this for years and is done watching it go too far."Mia." His voice is different from anything I've heard from him before. The composure is still there, but beneath it something has shifted — something that is not professional, is not gentle, is a person reaching the exact bottom of what he's willing to overlook for the sake of someone he loves. "If this continues, go back to LA."He releases her arm.Mia Stone stares at him.
Mia Stone doesn't follow me into the elevator.I know because I watch the door close and my own reflection watch me back, and then the floors tick upward and the lobby disappears. I let out a slow breath.She's a top-tier client at Smith & Co. Of course she's here. George's building is her building in every practical sense — her team occupies three floors, her face is in half the campaigns on the lobby wall. There's nothing strange about her arrival.Except for the look.I file it away. I'm good at filing things.
"My thesis gets approved in one pass," I say. "And Aunt Jean stays healthy and happy for a long, long time."The thought of her lands with its usual weight of guilt. She wasn't at the party tonight. My father didn't invite her — didn't think to, or chose not to, and I didn't push, and now it's past midnight on my birthday and I haven't seen the woman who raised me in weeks.I set that aside for later. I'm getting better at setting things aside for later.Liam is quiet for a moment.Then: "Your wishes.""What about them?""They didn't include me."I look at him. The dashboard light catches the particular injured quality he's giving the windshield."You told me not to say them out loud," I say. "Something about wishes not coming true if spoken.""I asked first.""And then immediately told me asking was pointless. You set the terms." I take another spoonful of cake. "You can't retroactively object."He m
Allie sighed: “We are really married, but we will be divorced soon.”Scarlett’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How can this be?" she asked, her voice laced with shock.Allie turned onto her side, staring at the ceiling. "The truth is simple. He doesn’t love me. I was just a distraction. A temporary fi
Allie’s hands curled into fists as she glared at Liam.“I don’t care anymore, Liam. Julian is better than you, and at least he doesn’t treat me like I’m disposable. I won’t waste my breath arguing. If you don’t sign the divorce papers, I’ll take this to court. Let’s see if you can keep your secrets
Liam Hart’s words cut through the air, leaving the entire room in stunned silence.Wife?What did he just say?The gathered reporters exchanged glances, trying to make sense of the bombshell that had just been dropped. Around the doorway, the secretarial staff, especially Ava, wore expressions of p
At that moment, Preston Whitmore stepped forward and addressed the reporters, his tone authoritative. "That concludes today's press conference. Please make your way back."But one reporter, bolder than the rest, raised his voice. "Mr. Hart, can you two pose in a more intimate position for a headlin







