Rising From Ashes: The CEO's Secret Queen

e of the Whitmore Hotel smell

yellow lines. Her sunglasses were unnecessary at 11 PM, but they made her feel armored. The valet

ed from a housekeeping supervisor she'd found through Queen's network, a singl

mism for apartments rented by the hour to people w

ce. The code Cary had used in their old life, when he'd needed

k. One bloodshot eye a

shredded, unrecognizable. "Wha

was unmade, sheets tangled with the remnants of clothing she didn't want to identify. A laptop sat open on the desk, it

's victory suit-now gray with sweat and stains. His face was gray t

y, like a weather report. "You knew.

r hands were steady. She had practiced this in the mirror, the way she would hold he

ggered toward her, whiskey on his breath, desperation in his pores. "W

rust fund?" She laughed, and this time it didn't break. It cut. "You never had a plan. You had

rning despite everything. "That's not what happened.

ory of fire, of betrayal sharp as grinding bone, of a signature that had once sealed her fate. "I di

withdrew a folded envelope. Th

t's

A passport with a new name. A bus ticket to Montreal leaving in four hours. There's a contact there who can get yo

he documents, th

the people you borrowed money from to make those trades aren't going to accept bankruptcy as an answer. They're going to w

threaten

wouldn't take no for an answer. You found the photos on his hard drive. You made him resign." She tilted her h

e rain, who had taught her to drive stick shift in an empty parking lot, who had cried when she told

he catch?

ecome a ghost." She paused. "And you tell me who backed your trades. The real money. Not the lev

away. His

through intermediaries. A lawy

went cold. She k

th's

to see Blanchard taken down a peg." He laughed, broken. "I thought I w

andra turned toward the door. "Bu

softer than she'd ever heard it. "

and found the door handle,

open. "The right question is: was any of it rea

icked shut

d wall and watched her reflection multiply into infinity, a thousand Alexandras

een, the thread that tied her best friend to her destruction i

mind already constructing the next move. She would need to access Lilith's communications

eeded to get hom

ng. And she had learned enough about her husband in thi