His Betrayal Funded My Revenge

smelled

rgamot and something darker, something that lived in the le

irthdays. Error. Her own birthday. Error. Her hands trembling, driven by some masochistic in

color. A notebook with his initials embossed in gold. A bott

unsealed, sliding toward

t it befo

r was familiar. Morrison, Price & Kline. The law firm that handled everything for the Shepard f

ned the

age stopped

REEMENT AND PROP

early in her marriage, when she'd still believe

n smalle

Regarding: Dissolution of Marr

apart. It was the only useful thing her father had taught her, in

rned t

ensive. Brutal. Elegan

st fund established by her father, the one Attilio's lawyers had somehow gained control of, would remain in his possessi

ed anoth

of issue of t

ds, not understanding, th

epard family. She would surrender all parental rights. She would hav

crumpled i

the tears on her chin, dripping onto the expens

had arrived in boxes while she was still in the hospital. The room Attilio had ordered sealed after she

sealed it becau

though

while she was taking pills to forget the sound of monitors flatlining, while she wa

stolen, a desperate bargain. For three years, she had loved him, foolishly hoping to warm his frozen heart. But they were strangers living in the same

g from her hands, spreading across

his ring and borne his silence and learned to smile at parties where no one spoke to he

y drawer, the one Attilio didn't know about. Carefully, she took out her phone and photographed every

s perfectly back into the folder, exactly as

beeped be

e foyer. Heavy,

iga

t heard it in eleven

th her sleeve, knowing she was smearing blood

he hallway as he r

Shepard

ined with something dark at the hem. His shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tie missing. St

. Dark, assessing,

terrible

nd surprised them bo

re you?"

e his answer, watched the small muscle in his jaw tig

said. "The mer

re ly

. She hadn't planned to say them

. His dark eyes searched her face, lingering on the bruise, dropping to her swollen lip. His hand twitched

s edge that sent a shiver down her spine. The tension between them w

s phone. She thought he was just pretend

, away from his reach, forc

tly replaced by his usual cold, commanding mask. "Change your clothes," he ordered

y, refusing to be his puppet tonight. "

the one that made grown men stutter. "You will be there. You

fe I p

. The way he'd calculated her value, her r

le she'd practiced for three years, the one t

he said. "What

me, gone before she could read it. Then he turned toward his bedroom, his shoulders ti

behind him wit

lway, still smiling, unt

o pack her bag

plan he