LOGINMy throat locks up. I’ve seen Owen angry, I’ve seen him arrogant, and I’ve seen him lethal in a courtroom. But I have never seen him cry like this. "I am so sorry for leaving you in that jail cell, Sydney," he whispers again, his voice cracking completely now as he stares down at my lips. "I know n
The second Owen’s fingers touch the chrome handle of his sleek black sedan, I violently twist out of his reach. I yank myself away from his side, clutching the lapels of his oversized designer suit jacket against my chest like a shield. He freezes, his hand dropping from the door as he whips his he
My stomach completely drops. The press. The paparazzi who were banned from the main service have already spotted the commotion from the outer gates. Long, heavy camera lenses are already poking through the iron bars, the rapid, machine-gun clicking of shutters filling the air as they capture every
Before I can even register her movement, her hands fly out and strike my chest, shoving me backward with everything she has. "Ah!" I gasp as my foot catches on a raised root. I lose my balance entirely, crashing heavily onto the damp, muddy ground. "You don't get to say goodbye to her!" She scream
I stand a safe distance away from the black-clad crowd, the damp cemetery grass sinking slightly beneath the soles of my kitten heels. The heavy scent of rain and oversized funeral wreaths hangs thick in the air as the burial service for Owen’s mother officially commences. From where I’m hiding—ha
The maid nods rapidly, leaning in closer. "Oh, absolutely. And Madame Caroline is either too stupid to notice, or she’s just pretending not to know because she simply doesn't care enough about her husband to waste the energy. Honestly, I think she just uses it as an excuse to yell at him." I let ou
"You saw it, Deckard! You stood there and saw that... that woman strike me!" Gia screams, her voice hitting a pitch that vibrates in my teeth. She’s gripping her pashmina so hard her knuckles are white. "She’s out of control! You have to find a way to reign her in, or better yet, just leave her. Thr
Oh, the nerve! Lydia may have the nerve to say God awful things to me, but how dare SHE ruin this audition for me! This is my life...my chance to take things into my hands. To be financially independent and here she is, ruining it for me?? I'm still shaking partly from the adrenaline of the au
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







