The Billionaire's Private Arrangement
She thought of Evelyn in that mansion, thought of her sitting at Gregory Blackwood’s table, thought of Damian looking at her the way he used to look at Vanessa.
No. She wouldn’t allow it.
Vanessa pulled open her closet doors. Dresses lined the racks, a rainbow of silk and satin, power stitched into every seam. She ran her fingers along them until she found what she wanted: a bold crimson gown that clung to her curves like fire.
Tonight, she would attend another event. Tonight, she would let the world see her glow again, her hand on her stomach, her smile sharp enough to cut.
She would be everywhere. And Evelyn would be nowhere.