b the next morning. The cold autumn

t Side. The sight made her stomach drop. Two massive moving trucks were already

riveway and pushed through

rms were everywhere, shouting orders and wrapp

balding bank-appointed asset liquidation agent held a met

him, physically ste

ing her mother's antique Steinway piano. "You can't

med glasses. He looked at her

re now owned by the bank, Miss Gonza

acking. "That piano is my father's only

epping around her to che

vase backed up without looking. His

tumbling backward over

f hands grabbed her by the shoulde

sped and tu

, navy-blue Tom Ford suit, his blonde hair perfectly styled. H

, exaggerated concern. "Caro

tely. A wave of physical revulsion washe

He turned to Peterson,

ely," Jerrad commanded loudly,

d recognized the Hutchinson heir. A mix of fake hesitati

g the role of the devoted white knight to perfection. He pulled her

ping to a soothing murmur. "I can pay off the

agonizing flicker of ho

, her voice trembling. "Why didn

locked my trust fund when the SEC news broke. He forbade

d his hand up her arm, hi

u just need to sign over your voting rights in t

ns. She stared at his handsome, perfect face as th

eal her father's company for pennies on the

e into my apartment, Carolina. Let me take care of y

. Gerard's cold warning from the night before echoed in her mind:

nked her arm awa

and slapped him har

d off the bare walls

e side. His fake, comfortin

ere completely dark, filled with vicious, unmaske

nting a shaking finger toward the

. The nice-guy

s voice dripping with venom. "You'll end up on th

heel and storme

g room, her entire body trembling as th