Make no mistake

Chance

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hat was an asshole move, I’d admit.

After Byron delivered a detailed and in-depth background check, I finally understood this woman a bit better. Admired her even.

“If you really want her,” Byron said, sipping his scotch, “-you have a way to blackmail her.”

I skimmed through the documents. There was a lot more to Lilly Walker than met the eye. Daughter to immigrant parents, she spent a good part of her childhood in Croatia. After their death, she returned back to the States and went to college where she met her friends and her future husband.

Her financial situation was stable and separate from her husband. Until she lost her job. Now, it was just bleak and she was a payment away from losing it all.

But it was her husband that took most of the pages. While Lilly thrived, her husband was a goddamn loser. A cheater and a fucking broke playboy. About five years into their marriage, odd things started happening, all of which pointed to domestic violence. There was no record of it