The taste Of Revenge
The cost of five years surviving as Xavier Adrian’s decorative, obedient trophy while he built his empire on my father's grave.
My phone vibrates in my palm, and the screen lights up with ‘Eliot’ boldly written. I press the device to my ear, leaning my head back against the leather headrest, my voice dropping into a smooth, icy purr. "I see the transfer cleared, Eliot. You’re a man of your word after all."
"I always honor my financial commitments, Aurora," Eliot’s dark, gravelly drawl comes through the speaker, low and maddeningly calm. "The data you delivered was impeccable. The SEC is currently tearing Sterling Capital apart room by room. Xavier is officially finished."