Alejandro Navarro?Emma couldn't believe her luck. The lady crying at her feet was certainly one of the rumored trafficked girls. Her mind raced with possibilities as she looked down at the tear-streaked face of the desperate woman before her. The pieces of her master plan were falling into place, and this woman seemed to hold the key to unlocking the truth she sought. Taking a deep breath, Emma suppressed her excitement and composed herself. Emma crouched. "What about Alejandro?"Sofia's voice trembled as she spoke, desperation evident in her eyes. "Please, I need your help. He's after me. I need a place to stay," Sofia said. "He's going to kill me."Emma's curiosity grew stronger. "Tell me, Sofia, did he exploit you? Did he take away your freedom and sell you like a commodity?" "Diego…Alejandro…Carlos." She stuttered as she sobbed.Emma wiped her tears. "I'll help you. But you must help me too." She stood up and pointed at the blue Mercedes parked a few blocks away. "That's my c

Chloe was furious. She paced around the office, muttering incoherent words angrily, while Ollie sat quietly. If she had signed the deal, she would have had a reason to calm Chloe's anger. And she was still too shaken to speak.The memory of her encounter with Anthony MacPherson was still fresh in her mind, and she didn't know what to think about it.Chloe returned to the chair, glaring at her."What if something had happened to you, Ollie?" I don't know what I would do.""I'm sorry, Chloe." "I really wanted to get the business deal.""I was signing the last part of the contract with Alejandro this morning when you ran off, Ollie. I'm terribly angry at you. Did he try to hurt you?"Ollie thought about the look in his eyes when she grabbed the pen at him. She muffled up a sob, and Chloe stood up to her, worried."Tell me what happened, Ollie." "Did he hurt you?"Ollie burst into a convulsing sob. "No…no! I hurt him!" She stood up. "I grabbed a pen when he stood up—we were about to—I was

"Did you spend a million dollars at Riggs?"Emma realized at that moment that she should have told Kylian about the gown before making the purchase. But she thought his anger was misplaced.Why was a billionaire screaming over a dollar?Greta quietly excused herself from the kitchen, even though she was confident that Kylian's voice had been heard all over the mansion.Emma stopped dicing the vegetable she had been working on before Kylian barged into the kitchen."I'm sorry," she said. "I should have told you—it was urgent, and I didn't know the gown would be that expensive."He watched her as she spoke, burning with rage. It was enough that he had to marry her while Max was hooked on the woman he wanted. Now he had to suffer for her immoderation."Sorry?" he repeated. It was glaringly obvious each day that the decision to marry Emma was a bad idea."First, you invited your mom without informing me, and now you're spending a million dollars in one day. Did you fucking contribute to t

When she called that morning, Chloe hadn't thought Greta would agree to meet with her."Send me your address," Greta had told her. "I'll come by this evening."Chloe was looking forward to her arrival. She knew that Greta had the pieces to the puzzles she couldn't solve.She glanced through the window for the umpteenth time, and Max wrapped his arm around her. "She'll be here. Don't worry.""I'm not worried," Chloe responded. She just couldn't wait to uncover the mysteries. There had been rumors of Kylian's cancellation of the wedding, and the next thing, there was a public release of his intention to marry Emma Anderson still.Yet he sent her an apology letter. She hadn't told Max about the mail, knowing he was very possessive of her and was capable of doing something unreasonable.Kylian's decision to send the letter anonymously was a smart move. She was one step closer to ruining their wedding. She was ready to do it if it meant making Emma feel the pain she deserved. She was prepa

Emma sat in the undergarment she planned to unveil on the first night of their honeymoon. It was one of the stolen lingerie designs she had kept for herself.She luxuriated in the feel of the delicate lace against her skin, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Tonight, Kylian would be treated to the sight of her in lingerie that had never graced the shelves of any store.A skilled brush glided smoothly across her face, applying foundation flawlessly. It was her wedding day, a day she had often feared would never come. From the moment she woke up, she had been sporting an unyielding grin, her cheeks aching with joy.Her bridal shower had become the talk of the town, capturing the attention and admiration of the media. To win over the public's affection and admiration, she had organized a fundraiser program, creating ten scholarships for deserving individuals.She eagerly snatched up the magazine she had been engrossed in, relishing the effusive praise lavished upon her, from the ra