The Billion Dollar Revenge For Lucia Hale
Her smiling face, framed by that same dark hair, those same green eyes that used to look at him like he was the only man in the world.
Behind him, he heard Marielle walk up to where he sat, where he was stalking Elara Harrington.
“That can't be her,” she said quietly. “Lucia's dead. She died in that accident.”
“Join the club.” He didn't look up from the screen, scrolling slowly through her photos like a man obsessed. “Doesn't change the fact that she's sitting right here in front of me, very much alive.”
“Is this what you’ve been doing?” Marielle's voice sharpened. “All those late nights, all the times you wouldn't say where you were going…was it because of her?”