The Trophy Wife's Fiery Escape

e of demure elegance, chose a soft, flowing gown in a delicate shade of peach, I opted for a fire-engine red, skin-tight number with a dangerousl

rlie to the center of the floor. My stomach dropped. I had expected him to perform the opening dance with me. That

o the room, his voice smooth, a practiced balm. "Charlie, ever

lowed them as they swayed to the music. "Did you see that?" "Poor

e and artificial, a perfect corporate wife in the making. They moved with an almost unsettling synch

aving through the chattering guests, and found my way to a deserted balcony. The cool night air hit my face, a wel

py sweet, startled me. She had followed me. Of course,

ay, Charlie. Your perfectly

d floor. "Oh, I'm just making sure you're alright. You loo

too busy playing house with his new toy. Y

tion. Now, he sees who truly understands him, who truly values what he offers." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper. "

irit Edmond had tried and failed to control, the woman whose memory kept me fighting

hinking, without a single rational thought, I spun around. My hand flew out, conn

erfect cheek bore the angry red imprint of my palm. "You

derstand? I may have been tamed for a while, but I still remember how to fight. And you, little sister, have no idea what I'm capable

her be afraid. But then her face twisted, her eyes filling wi

her voice rising in a desper

rge of strength fueled by pure rage, I shoved her hard against the railing. She let out a

h the night, then abruptly cut off. A sicken

den