Chapter 8

The smile on Clara's face made Victoria freeze. The heiress took a hesitant step back, her raised hand dropping to her side as confusion warring with her anger.

"Are you insane?" Victoria demanded, her voice losing its venomous edge, replaced by a tremor of genuine unease. "Did you not

Chapter 9

The interior of Marcus Sterling’s chauffeured Maybach smelled of expensive leather and bespoke cedar cologne. It was a scent that commanded respect, designed to intimidate. Yet, as Thomas Vance slid into the back seat, tracking damp street grime onto the pristine floor mats, the atmospher

Chapter 10

The morning sun reflected brilliantly off the hood of the armored black Lincoln Navigator as it wound its way down from Julian’s estate toward the bustling heart of the city. Inside the quiet cabin, Clara Vance felt a strange, buoyant sense of clarity.

Cutting her father out of her lif