The Silhouette of Us
Are you coming home?
Jillian’s chest tightened so hard it was difficult to breathe. Home. That simple apartment, the smell of cheap coffee, and Clara’s genuine, unshielded smile had become the only sanctuary that mattered. And now, to keep that sanctuary alive, Jillian was going to have to let it go.
"Adonis," Jillian whispered, the voice returning to a chilling, detached quiet. "If I comply with the gala announcement on Friday... if I agree to the arranged engagement with the Vanguard heiress... does the family trust lock the medical funding into a permanent, unalterable endowment?"