et dressed!" Carmelita snapped,

nd shuffled toward the closet,

tapping her foot on the floor. Her eyes

ged on something on the

ue, exquisitely made silk tie. The very one Gretta had ripped

ed. He could feel Carmelita's presence rig

color drained from her face. She stopped he

tie, her eyes narrowing like a preda

mered, looking like a t

ive scent of Kingsley's signature cologne still clung to

ess men. Kingsley was a star in the heavens. It

yfriend..." Gretta finally managed

ping with ridicule. "You mean the one you're hiding in

as e

ita, Kingsley had silently rolled off the far side o

entarily confused, then felt a surge of irr

etta's terrified expression, her suspicion d

e insult. "Your taste is garbage. Only the kind o

p luxury brand, hand-picked by Ki

. The humiliation was absolute. He, Kingsley Sterl

s clenched so tightly his

ed to attend the family's charity gala next week," C

a normal Ramsey in public, not a lu

y under the bed. For the first time, he was getting a direct

down, accepting the

ter's submission, Carm

n't embarrass me or the family,"

he press gets a single photo, Mom and Da

ked out of the room

e front door slam shut. Only then

side of the bed an

nsive suit covered in dust, hi

he tie Carmelita had thrown on the floor, an

e smile playing on her lips. "Ar

burning with black fire, as if

his eyes were filled not just with anger, but with a chil