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Chapter 10 - Allister CrossPOVAs soon as we’re out of the room, Dean grabs his wife and hugs her. I could see she’s been crying. The way these two crowd Antonella, one would think I was the fucking devil. I just don’t get it.Not any of it. Dean’s hostility, the way Antonella is on a first name basis with her doctor. None of it makes sense to me.Why the hell was she so chumy with the man treating her?“Some going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” I ask finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.I stare at the two of them. Lucinda looks at me, she opens her mouth but her husband stops her. “He doesn’t deserve jack shit and you know Antonella Lu...” he pulls her back into his arms turning her back toward me.You know I’ve just about had it with Dean. The man just works on my fucking last nerve. “What the fuck is stuck up your ass. You act as if I’m in the wrong here. But need I remind you I was forced into this situation by your partner. Her family forced me to break up with...” I

Chapter 12 - Broken GlassThe ballroom of the Davenport townhouse glittered like a jewel box gold-veined marble floors, crystal chandeliers dripping light, walls custom painted with gold plated paint and oil paintings worth more than Antonella’s childhood bedroom. Manhattan’s elite filled the room in tailored suits and couture gowns, laughter chiming like expensive glassware. It’s still surprising how easy it is for the elite for have custom gowns made for them for these events even if they’re short notice and unexpected.Antonella Cross rested her hand lightly on her husband’s arm.Allister didn’t look at her. He never did. She didn’t even feel bad anymore. She was too tired to even care right now. She’d been working all week and just wanted to rest in her tub, her body needed a rest to recover from all the stress she’s put her body through. So she ignored Allister’s body rejecting the slightest touch from her.His jaw was tight, his posture rigid, as though he were enduring somethin

Chapter 14Elena MorettiPOVThe flash of cameras blind me as soon as we stepped onto the charity gala’s crimson carpet. They screamed my name“Elena!”“Look here!”“Smile, this way!”As though they were predators and I the glittering prey. I did feel like prey, and they hounds waiting for at least one hair to be out of place so they can have the gossip tabloids post wild accusations about me. I was tired of the constant eyes waiting for me to fail.I smiled. Or at least, I curved my lips in a way that passed for one. There was a reason I was known as the ice princess. It would be how unapproachable I am presented. When I was a teen the nickname stung, now I didn’t care. I was known for never showing interest in anything or anyone.Another thing I could blame my father for.My body ached beneath the silk of my gown. Every step sent sharp reminders of the punishment I’d endured hours earlier, my father’s fury etched into my skin. He’d found out I had walked in on Damien and Bella in hi

Chapter 16Isabelle Laurent POVTobias throws the glossy magazine slid across the coffee table, stopping just short of my glass of wine. I didn’t have to open it. The cover alone was enough to make bile rise up my throat.“Sister you’ve lost...” he snickers before walking out of the room.I clench my fists. My brother wanted me to fail. He wanted to be the only one who could be useful to father. He knows better than anyone what happens when you disappoint father. I’d been cut off until he married Belinda Barco. My father welcomed him back with open arms.I was supposed to marry Damien, to help father. I was supposed to useful.I look at the offending magazine cover again.Damien Davenport and Elena Moretti. A Modern Love Story. My ass. They weren’t in love. Damien didn’t do love, he knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. No one would believe he would change overnight... Most of the women in New York knew he didn’t do love, he did power, control and mind games.Damien liked a goo