LOGIN"No," Noah said, rising quickly and grabbing his jacket. "Even if I would stoop to such unprofessional behavior, it's Elena's first day of work tomorrow—which she told you already. So if you'll excuse me, my family and I will be leaving now—good night."There was some grumbling but as Noah helped Sl
Elena didn't know what to say. Sloane just looked at Elena sadly and shook her head."I don't... we didn't expect anything less," Sloane said slowly, her voice choking up a little. "Noah said he didn't care—that he'd wait as long as it took for them to come around—but I think we both knew what the r
Alone in front of the gigantic mirror and fancy sinks, Elena could finally breathe again. This dinner was turning into a disaster. So Elena pulled out her phone.Without thinking, she scrolled through her contacts. Her finger was suddenly hovering over "Max's" contact info.Elena felt her heart stop
The main course of the dinner dragged on—and with it came a slight change in the Winslow family's approach. Elena had given up on asking any questions about Noah's immediate family or their company, and Sloane had also decided to focus on her meal rather than keeping the conversation afloat. For a f
"We make toys," Jack said slowly. "Like the nice robots you see on the shelf of every toy store or the viral teddy bears that the internet has been going crazy for."Elena laughed. When no one was joking, she realized Jack wasn't acting—he genuinely thought he was answering her question."Ah no, tha
The atmosphere in the five-star restaurant was awkward—more awkward than anything Elena had experienced in less fancy diners and dive bars.Including Cameron, all four of Noah's brothers were there. They introduced themselves hurriedly—Elena barely heard the names "Jack" and "Kevin." The youngest on
"Yes," Elena quickly replied. "I'm free to see the two of you!"She couldn't believe it. Her husband had actually agreed to see her! And with Mr. Fabio there, Elena was confident she could plead her case—maybe she wouldn't be divorced after all!"Excellent," Mr. Fabio replied just as cheerily. "Then
Fabio drank from one of the French tea cups slowly. "This must be very important," he said. "You almost never ask for my advice—and never in person."Massimo didn't let a single emotion show on his face. He needed to be strictly professional in front of his grandfather."I want to divorce my wife,"
Elena wanted to beam at how excellently her boss had handled the situation—by bringing his personal doctor and offering her availability for emergencies, he had both shown off his generosity and called Tyler's preparations into question. But Elena didn't have the time to spare.She needed to be comp
Massimo's voice had almost sounded afraid.Elena quickly got dressed, grabbed her medical bag, and caught a taxi to the Ferraro estate. It was eerily quiet as she ran through the mansion. She didn't see a single mafia man or servant.Elena opened the doors to Massimo's office and was greeted by a gr







