LOGINEveryone took their seats with careful precision like pieces arranging themselves on a chessboard, ready to play a deathly competitive game.I tried to figure out what would make me feel less like an outsider in a room full of strangers who all shared blood I didn't have. Then I looked around properly and understood something that helped, marginally. It was the fact that nobody else looked comfortable either.This lookedlike hell for everyone too.The worst part of being here was having to meet Cole again. There was still some anger in me left towards him. He just sat there and stared angrily at me but I couldn't care less. The last I checked I was the victim not him.I decided to focus on something, erasing his existence from my mind. I chose to focus on the other part of the family.Roman sat with his hands folded, composed, but his jaw worked slightly when he thought no one was watching. The cousins along the side of the table kept glancing at each other, then away,like they were
Roman looked exactly as I remembered him.Same silver at the temples, same suit cut with precision. The man had spent decades perfecting how to look like old money even when his portion of it had always been smaller than he believed he deserved.The man was someone who never moved before he understood exactly what moving would cost him.He watched us approach without changing his expression.My eyes moved past him before I could stop them, and there she was. Beth, standing slightly behind Roman's right shoulder, dressed in something pale and unremarkable with her hands folded in front of her composed like a woman who had spent thirty years learning to disappear into rooms while watching everything happening in them.My jaw tightened.I hadn't seen either of them since the reading of my father's will, five years ago, and the intervening time had done nothing to soften whatever I felt looking at them now. Roman's eyes were already calculating. It was so obvious I could see it, the way
Tomorrow won't be easy.Four words. Four words that communicated a very ominous warning Zane gave me that I spent half the night mulling over, trying to extract some additional meaning that wasn't there, and the other half failing to sleep because of it.I got up at six anyway.Because if I was walking into something, I was going to walk in looking super professional so people would think I belonged there.I acted like it was a business meeting because that's the only kind of situation I knew that involved a lot of people in a room who might not want me to do well.I put on a charcoal gray suit that made me look capable without seeming like I was trying too hard to impress. I made my hair like I did when I went for shareholder presentations and my makeup applied with the same exacting hand I used before facing a hostile board.It didn't help.What am I doing? This isn't a freaking board meeting!I exhaled, knowing that even as I told myself otherwise, even as I went through every mot
Oh Thank God, it’s just one man and I can pay him off.That was the first thing I noticed once my pulse settled enough to actually assess the situation instead of just reacting to it. I was so glad that it was not a coordinated ambush, like four photographers working a tip. But just one very lucky man with a camera and an opportunistic instinct that came from following society pages for a living.“Mr Della Ross, can you look here?” Her screamed as the flashes continued.He was so lucky to have been in this exact place to be standing too close to a parked car because he'd recognized a license plate or gotten lucky on a tip from a valet.“I just wanna get one picture to go!” He screamed again as he continued with the pictures.So fucking annoying.I swore in my mind but then again, one man was a problem with a simple solution. Pay him off, easy.I got out of the car before Sloane could say anything, my body between her and the camera, making sure he couldn’t get a decent picture of he
I knew the second I looked at her face.And I'd seen panic before in my line of work. It was common in boardrooms during hostile takeovers, hospital corridors. It was that look of someone whose body had started reacting before their mind caught up. Sloane's eyes had gone distant and it looked like it had everything to do with the room around her, her breathing was visible now in short, shallow pulls. I didn't ask what was wrong because asking would have wasted seconds I didn't have.I got her out.The valet had the car at the curb before I'd finished crossing the lobby, and I had her in the passenger seat with the door closed before she'd said a single word.She was shaking.Now, I wouldn't have been worried if it were just small tremors but it was not. Her whole body was shaking and she had her hands pressed flat against her thighs like she was trying to hold herself together through sheer physical pressure.Her breath was coming in sharp and uneven pulls that didn't seem to be bri
Wear something that would make the whole room keep their eyes on you. That was the entirety of Zane's instruction, delivered over coffee three days before the Whitfield Foundation gala.And even though I hated to admit it, I had spent considerably more time than I wanted to deciding what that meant. Because deep down his validation mattered to me and I found myself wanting to impress him now.It was crazy. “What do you think?” I asked him as I tried dress after dress before I finally settled on a deep navy blue dress that cinched my waist perfectly and showed off my shoulders.“Yes, This is the one” he said wide-mouthed as he stared at me a little too much.The dress was structured at the bodice, fluid below. It was just like he instructed - a dress that caught the room and worked it to my advantage. Before that, I'd tried on six others. I knew immediately when I put it on that the search was over and this was the dress I was going to wear.I couldn’t help but notice how he stared
I woke up to my head pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it from the inside.My phone on the nightstand was lit up and buzzing in a way that communicated something had gone very wrong overnight, which I already knew, but seeing thirty seven missed calls from my secretary at eight in the mo
The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a
We are getting married tomorrow.Two days. That was all it had taken from the signed contract to the scheduled wedding. I had expected Sloane Reed to take the full three days, maybe longer. Instead she had called Patrick from the café, confirmed the date before she even stood up from the table, and
He walked in and every head in the café turned. I had already been seated for ten minutes, black coffee in front of me that I hadn't touched, the file on the table within reach. I had chosen the corner table deliberately. Away from the windows, away from anyone who might recognize either of us and







