Reborn as the Villain's Wife

he Plaza Hotel smelled

guests below. The elite of Manhattan stood

of whiskey he hadn't touched. His tuxedo was sharp

son. The old man leaned on a cane, his face a map of disapproval. "The g

Damian said. His

gutter somewhere with that

s watch and wiped sweat from his forehead.

e nearby guests to hear. "I tried to call her. She just... h

the crowd. Poor Arthur. Saddled

s tightened. If she didn'

doors at the en

om wen

n stood in

Donavan, but no one

movement. Her black hair cascaded over one shoulder. Her head w

e a disaster. She l

om. The crowd parted fo

It clattered loudly a

a second, he thought he

didn't look at the guests. She didn't loo

e photo Sterling sent, but the reality was visceral

smiled-a small, private smile tha

said, her voice smooth like

out and to

is sleeve. He covered it with his o

rough. He looked up, challenging the r

hock. She marched over, h

me. And you're wearing... velvet?

her. She looked

id. "Trying to communicate your innocence?

ickered. Jill's

aid. "We all were. We though

ly. "Good taste? Clearly, it's not contagi

laugh. He looked at Elise with

ed forward. She was a large woma

your cousin! She has been organizing this d

ian stepped forward. He placed

"She was with me. Do you have a pr

shut. She shrank back

course not,

d down at El

ng," sh

he felt Conrad Vincent's eyes on her. The old ma

gaze and nod

le. But he didn't

ame w