The Billionaire's Secret Bride
"I need you to know I'm trying to fix it. There are things about that loan I never told you."
"What things?"
He opened his mouth to answer, and then Priya burst through the door without knocking, out of breath, phone already extended toward me before I could ask what was wrong.
"You need to see this," she said. "Now."
The photo on her screen was grainy, clearly taken from across a street, but unmistakable, me standing outside the Delancey Theater two days earlier, blueprints rolled under my arm, the building's boarded windows visible behind me. Underneath it, a caption from an anonymous tabloid account. New Mrs. Sterling has secrets of her own. What is she really building behind her husband'