Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
A Divorce He Regrets
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
"I've always been the one they overlook. Which is funny, considering I see everything."
I'd been fidgeting all day.
Not because I was anxious. God forbid.
I just... couldn't sit still. Couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe without something feeling like it was off.
The energy was wrong.
The air was heavy.
And even the espresso at Gavin's estate tasted like it had secrets.
Adam was worse.
He hadn't said more than three words since breakfast. The man had been carrying Charlotte's pregnancy like it was a company merger, and now that she was halfway to delivering twins, he still hadn't proposed.
Still hadn't even blinked in her direction most days.
I didn't know if he was buying time or planning an escape route. knowing of what a bustard he is under rhat cold facade, I am expecting an awesome outcome from him when Charlotte has her babies.
And then there was Jordan.
Who had gone full rabid-guard-dog mode when it came to Fay Wolfgang.
Staring down anyone who even breathed in her general direction.
Growling at harmless waiters.
Sitting next to her like she was state property under lockdown.
The whole house was tense.
Tight.
Like we were all holding our breath for something none of us could name.
Me?
I did what I always do when everyone else started brooding and biting. I left.
Now I was in the back of the town car, arm slung over the leather seat, trying not to open my mouth just to pick a fight. My phone was off. Messages muted. I wasn't in the mood for passive aggressive pings from Victoria or "I need you to look at this doc" emails from board members with no spine.
Even the city looked strange today, muted under a sheet of silver clouds, like Manhattan was draped in silence.
My driver, David, didn't speak.
He knew better.
I was in a mood, and when I was in a mood, I watched everything.