LOGINHe leans forward, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial, deeply unsettling whisper as he stares directly into my green contact lenses. "In fact... you don't have to be a maid at all, Candy. I can make all of this manual labor disappear with a single phone call. If you can just agree to be my pri
"Look, Naomi, if Dennise catches you in here, she’s going to—" The distinct, heavy sound of the deadbolt locking echoes through the quiet kitchen. My entire body goes completely rigid. My instincts scream at me, a cold shock of adrenaline instantly shooting straight to my fingertips. That isn't th
I smooth down the front of my oversized, scratchy maid uniform, my fingers tracing the small bruise on my chest from where Caroline's finger violently ripped my dress open at the cemetery yesterday. My skin still feels raw from the humiliation, my eyes are burning from crying all night over Owen, a
The striking, facial structure. Sydney is an absolute, undeniable replica of the woman in the vintage photograph—Tobias’s mother. The almost psychotic protectiveness Tobias has shown toward Sydney from the very first moment he met her. The massive financial safety nets he threw under her, the fact
Before I can even open my mouth to apologize for breaking into his house, Tobias speaks. His voice is incredibly quiet, completely devoid of its usual sharp authority, yet it carries a heavy, haunting weight that pins me right to the carpet. "For years..." he murmurs, his finger continuing its slow
I stand frozen on the gravel path, the engine of Sydney’s departing car roaring in my ears. I watch the taillights of her vehicle bounce over the cemetery threshold, disappearing completely from sight, and with every inch of distance she puts between us, my heart shatters into a million jagged, irre
A lace dress with a mid thigh high slit, plunging neckline and open back, is probably inappropriate for a funeral. But it's black, so I guess that should make up for it. I step out of my car, looking through my little net veil at the crowd gathered for Mr Newton's funeral. As a billionaire, he h
I hate new beginnings. But that's what I need right now. I moved into a smaller apartment and put a good distance between Deckard and I, and I can't believe how happy I am. This new space is small but it's mine. Everything is picked out by me, and there are no lies behind these walls, that's for s
No matter how tough I've been acting, this shit hurts like hell. Seeing it over and over that the man you once loved has never had you in heart is devastating. The tears just keep coming, no matter how hard I try to hold them back. Damn him! Damn her! Damn everybody! Knowing that they were creepi
Ding! The sound of the café bell has me looking up, and when I spot the man that walks through the doors, I stand up immediately. Nicholas Chase was my senior back in school, and one of my good supporters back when my acting career took a negative hit that forced me into a hiatus. His black hair







