filled h

bness. Her body was a dead weight, sinking into the cold,

, a vision flooded her mind,sharp, vivid, more memory than dream.

t, utterly composed. Heir to the Sterling fortune, her fiancé in name only-a man she barely knew, bound to her by a business arrangement she had never wanted.

amily, tarnishing the Sterling family's reputation, and even maintaining covert ties with a rival enterprise.Demetri Sterling coul

in handcuffs. She saw the proud Warren Group headquarters reduc

fort-a feeling of delayed justice. Although this sensation seemed not t

the documents that finalized the hostile takeover. His expression held not a trace of grief,

ilation stabbed through

ok a b

gasp that turned into a

erile scent of antiseptic. The cold embrace of the oc

first thing she saw was the flat,

were her hands. Unblemished. She to

supposed

a digital calendar on the bedside table. On the calendar, it showed three mo

ve. She had

d by an icy chill.If she didn't take action,aft

o, Hattie had staged her "accidental" fall down the stairs. As the prime suspect, the family had

o her room

en, walked in, flanked b

ou're finally awake. Hattie's condition is very poor. The

they had waited for the privacy of the yacht. This time, they weren't waiting.

is a match with Hattie's, and the tissue typing for a cornea transpla

r eyes. The hatred from her past life and the cold vigilance of

ard the voices of Arthur and Ford in the h