Novel & Cerita The Best Of Danielle Steel

Danielle paced the length of the Persian rug, her fingers twisting the diamond on her left hand until it dug into her skin and stung. "I can't wait until winter, Mother," Danielle hissed, her eyes darting to the morning tabloids spread across the coffee table. "Nadia is slowly taking him. She isn't just his staff anymore; she’s becoming the face of the Bradley Group. Did you see the stock reports? They’re all singing her praises. That bitch does not deserve all the accolades she is getting. If I don't act now, I’ll be a footnote in my own marriage."