Flash marriage with the billionaire enemy
"But I suppose it takes chaos to make men like him feel alive."
I don’t rise to the bait. “Lia’s in the living room.”
Her gaze flicks toward me, sharp again. “Lia?”
“She’s waiting for you.”
“Of course she is,” Maris says softly, almost to herself.
When Lia sees her mother, she freezes.
Maris smiles, but it’s the brittle kind. “Hello, darling.”
Lia doesn’t move. “Hi, Mommy.”
“Come give me a hug.”
Lia looks at me, a silent plea, before slowly sliding off the couch and walking over. Maris bends to hug her, though the gesture looks more like a performance than affection.