Scorned By Family, Freed By Fury

my final act of freedom, a staged

nd the cold accusation in Charlotte Sterling' s eyes, a theatrical terror I k

e, fixing me with a gaze riddled with panic, concern, and finally, pure hatre

erling, snarled, his voice a low growl directed solely at m

judging crowd, and into the raw, damp confines of the basement wine ce

sing Sterling Corp' s illicit operations, but now, abandoned by my agency a

f I got out, I wouldn't just pick up the pieces-I would bu