THE CEO's SECRET WIFE IS HIS WORST ENEMY

urrounded by decades of her family's business in cardboard boxes stacked like headstones along the walls. The bank had been trying to offload this plac

teen months since Eleanor Hayes dropped

er box. The label: Benjamin Har

, please tell me y

on the table. Chloe

ou're not still

eply with her thumb.

m. You sai

're impossible. Eat som

cards. A coffee stained notebook packed with her father's cramped handwriting: grocery lists, golf scores, nothing dramatic. Still, she flipped thr

chest for a second, let herse

hing left here would get shredded. Every answer he

ll one buried behind the others, la

e manila folder

al, her family's oak tree, proud and serious inside the double ring. Her father had pressed that seal on every contract that

over the raised e

he words, and h

OF TRANSFER

horises the transfer of the sum of $4,200,000 from the Hart Client Tru

ge. Didn't

Even when she was fresh out of school, he would walk her through

Her own heartbea

Hart. She could recognize the swirl of that B, t

the

er father d

be sure. The fluorescent light b

one used her father's seal and signature to mov

er voice tiny in the

ke, or someone had forged it with ski

hadn't died the wa

ure, the date, hands shaking so badly the first few w

rdrail that failed. The police report ran four pages. She had read it enough to qu

le, she realised, had been

tly. Except for one tiny pencil mark in

714.

r just random marks. But after eighteen months in her father's shadow, she didn't s

yn f

e security guard had left at ten. She had watche

er this time. A foo

to her coat. Killed her phone screen. The room slipped i

ove. Didn't

glass across the door - tal

ndle t

ches. A voice cut through t

re in there

ld, every m

d, you just found somethin