Chasing The Wife He Discarded
In her place, the secret heiress to Vane Holdings, one of the world's most powerful private conglomerates, had finally woken up.
Walking into my massive walk-in closet, I bypassed the modest, subdued clothing I had worn to blend into the background of the Blackwood estate. Instead, I reached for a sharp, tailored crimson suit. I dressed with meticulous care, pulling my hair back into a sleek, unforgiving style. When I looked in the mirror, the modest orphan Lysander thought he had married was completely gone. I looked like my grandfather. I looked like a Vane.
When I descended the grand sweeping staircase of the estate, Henri bowed his head in silent approval, his eyes gleaming with recogn