The Heiress in Glass
“I was never safe. I was convenient.”
Margaux turned then, eyes sharp, mouth curved in something that might have been regret if regret had ever touched her. “You mistake freedom for chaos. I gave you structure.”
“You gave me fear,” Vivienne replied. Her voice surprised her with its steadiness. “You taught me how to anticipate punishment.”
Margaux sighed, as if tired by the conversation. “Love has made you dramatic.”
“Love made me honest.”
The word hung between them, fragile and defiant.
Margaux walked to the desk, picked up a thin folder, and slid it across the surface. “Daniel Carter’s firm is insolvent as of this afternoon. Temporary freezes become permanent very quickly.”