Se connecterTobias looks at me for a long moment before his face softens entirely. He steps forward, wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a firm, protective hug. "It's fine, Sydney. I'm not offended. I am only concerned about your well-being. That is all." I lean my head against his
My breath completely leaves my body. Owen is lying flat on his side in the dirt, his suit completely shredded and caked in dark mud. He is drenched in rain, his face deathly pale, and a deep laceration on his temple is actively pooling dark blood into the earth. His eyes are closed, his body limp
I slam the front doors behind me, the sound echoing through the empty foyer like a gunshot as I duck through the rain into my car. The police have already hauled Camille away in the back of a cruiser, her pathetic, weeping face pressed against the glass. I should rest like Tobias said I should, but
My heart drops into my stomach. Sitting in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the wheel with a rabid, white-knuckled intensity, is Georgia. Her face is completely unhinged, her eyes wide and manic as she glares right through the window at me. "Oh my god," I breathe out, my voice cracking. "Tobi
I push open the double doors of my mother’s mansion, stepping out onto the grand stone portico as a weight lifts off my shoulders. The air is fresh, though wet, as rain slashes against the concrete, turning the gravel driveway into a shimmering sheet of grey water. I pull the collar of my suit jac
"You fucking wicked piece of trash!" I storm into the room, my heart galloping and my vision blurring as I zero in on her. Camille jumps a mile into the air, her face turning a shade of pale as she drops her phone onto the rug, her eyes widening in horror. "Sydney!" she stammers, quickly scramblin
Divorce. That's the only way forward, isn't it? I'm still standing and staring mute at the photo album in my hands. It doesn't make sense. Deckard? Georgia? How...? When? But even as I turn it over in my mind, I know deep down that it all makes sense. Yes, Deckard cared for me, but can I confide
Today makes it three years since I got married to Deckard Newton, and I have only one goal in mind. Seduce him till he can't resist me. You see, in our years of marriage, Deckard and I have never been intimate. It’s not like he doesn’t want me. I mean, I’ve caught him jerking off to my pictures on
"You're in the city, but you never come to see me? You're like a ghost. A handsome and intelligent ghost, my son is." Mother’s voice rings out before I even reach the parlor. She’s sitting in her favorite wingback chair, looking as calm as she always does, though the grief lines from crying over my
I work quickly, my focus narrowing down to the task. I’m wiping away the blood, trying to be as gentle as possible while my mind is screaming about Lydia and the lever. As I lean in to wrap the white bandage around his forearm, I realize how close we are. I can see the sweat beading on his forehea







