ger looking back at her. Her hair was dyed a fiery red, her makeup was heavy an

e, she wa

onary Arterial Hypertension. The words were a death sentence. The doctor had bee

mbling fingers. The sweetness on her tongue was a small, temporary shield against

yscraper that housed the city's most prestigious law firm. Tonig

yes. He

m' s sister, but that was a lifetime ago. The title, however

sses. Ava, in her bright, tight dress, felt like a stain on a pri

am Hayes's fla

sessed with him.

ing by the bar. Liam looked perfect in his tailored suit,

d, her voice a

in his eyes vanished when he saw h

, holding out a small, wrappe

ing by hand with a subtle, intricate design

glance at it. "

pleaded, pushing i

st. His grip was firm, his voice lo

age. She knew he would have to come this way. When h

go h

blocking his path to the d

eone would see them. With a frustrated

e refused to hear. She wanted to scream, to tell him she was dying, that she loved him, that s

blocks from her apartment bui

am.

is eyes were hard. "We need to stop this. Don't come to my office. Don't show up at

walk. He didn't wait to see if she was steady. The

heavy step. When she opened the door to the small apart

d across her face,

" Martha sneered, her eyes filled with

thick, cream-colored envelope into her

" Martha said, her voice dripping with m