The Kane Contract: Vows of Venom
But my hand moves anyway, slow, heavy, like it belongs to someone else and pulls the latest Forbes issue from the rack.
The cover slams into me like a freight train.
Livia.
Smirking. Head high. Black blazer open over white silk, hand on her waist, six-weeks-postpartum softness still visible, unhidden, unapologetic. Alexander behind her, hand possessive on her hip, chin on her shoulder, eyes locked on her like she’s the only thing that exists in his entire universe.
The headline screams in bold white:
“The Most Powerful Couple in America”
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