deep darkness. I opened my eyes to my luxury penthous
sold me out, and my husband, Graves, watched our
ar, stood behind him, clutching her cheap handbag. Graves introduced her as an intern, saying she had nowh
day Graves brought Alex home in my previous life, the beginning of my long, painfu
had been given a second chance, n
ing. We should take care of her." Graves looked
papers, "I'll make sure she's comfortable. Y
nd I'll walk away quietly. You can have your n
pte
he familiar crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of my luxury penthouse. Sunlight strea
me. But I shou
mbered
led. My own protégé, Dustin Estrada, the one I had mentored and trusted, had sold me out. He
art, the man I had built an empire with. And he watched me die without blinking. The stress, the betrayal, it had triggere
y, you'r
room door, looking exactly as I remembered him from that final day. He wore a tailored
wasn'
sh out of college, with wide, innocent eyes and a nervous smil
n from that small company we just acquired. Her parents are gone, and
s was her. The new obsession. The woman he would eventu
rtially hidden by her long hair was
firmed it. I hadn't just survived. I had traveled back in time. This was the exact day
things. I had demanded he get her out.
this
en given a second chance. Not a chance
omposure. I looked at Graves, then a
ce even. "The poor thing. W
then relieved. He proba
u, Kimberly," he said, smil
the bed, "I'll make sure she's comfortable.
n a drawer and took out a folder. I had prepared these documents months ago in my prev
the bed. They wer
evoid of emotion. "Give me that, and I'll walk away quietly. Y
s, then at me. "What is this? Another one of yo
icking up a pen and signing my name
Sign them. It's a small price to
. He saw the property as a small sacrifice to get what he wanted without a messy public fight.
d his name. "Fine. If this is what it
led out a small suitcase I always kept packed for business trips, and walked towa
s he assured her everything was fine. He was completely oblivious. He h