lasses that hid her unnervingly calm eyes. The knuckles on her right han

y guards, men built like refrigerators, mov

instructed that you are to

them, her gaze lingering for a half-second on the

took a simultaneous step

raffic. She didn't go to the nearest hospital. She went to the discreet, ultra-exclusive privat

. Dressed in a Chanel suit that probably cost more than

t give him more morphine?

erfectly made-up face cont

sterile hallway. She stormed toward Jazmin, her ha

ntirely. As Carlene's arm swung past, Jazmin caught her wris

s throat. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to

r, surfaced in her mind-a character file. "What a useful database," she thought, before speaking the words aloud. "Melody Vance. Apa

han anything was a public scandal. The thought of her friends in the charity circle whisperin

ent from her trench coat pocket-a new divorce agreem

iquid assets, and a one-time alimony payment. Th

Carlene hissed, c

d Carlene the screen. It was a crystal-clear security still of Adrian

After that, this photo goes to the New York

n it was Adrian, his head wrapped in bandages, his face a swollen, discolored mess. His

ur stood with his head bowe

ice hoarse and broken. "I'll have you

plaster cast covering his shoulder. The touch was light, alm

d softly, "who will Melody climb into bed with n

ilt on power and control, and she had stripped it all away. He snat

n't!" Carle

k. A silent, glacial

Adrian scrawled his name on the signature

rom his lap. She folded it nea

rned t

t, strained. "Will you be needin

he looked back at the terrified butler,

e corrected him. "I w

kle, as if it were draped over a statue. He was certain of it now. The woman who had just le

ed at the signed paper. A small,

n popped up i

CAPE THE MARRIAGE

followed by another,

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