Reclaimed Fortune

the sticky mahogany bar table when she walked away to the restroom. A new me

otographer is waiting by the side e

o abandoned me exactly fourteen days ago when my father was falsel

itter metallic taste lingered on the back of my tongue. The room tilted dangerously. The

e marble floor. Her mask of kindness was flawless, a practi

oth next to me. "You need to forget the scandal. You dese

currently fighting for her life in a hospital bed due to the stress. If a photographer caught the disgraced Zara Knight stumbling out of a luxury hotel complete

elt like wet sand. "I need to

ingers dug into my bare arm like brutal talons. "I booked a penthouse

enaline fought a desperate war against the heavy se

bolted toward the main lobby elevators. The hotel warped and twisted aro

e lobby, her beautiful face twisted in ugly, frantic panic. I was trapped in a metal box, fighting a losing battle for my consc

the brass plaques swam before my heavy eyes. 4215. That was the room she booked. I

nfinity. I shoved the card into the slot of the

any door shut behind me. I threw the deadbolt and collapsed against th

e hell

, lethal, and comp

sh, golden glow across the massive suite

into a bespoke charcoal suit. Broad shoulders, a sharp, chiselled jawline, and thick dark hair. But it was his eyes that paralyzed m

k. The drug was pulling me under f

r. "You bypassed a biometric security elevator and breached my private suit

o keep from collapsing. "My friend, she

aked over my flushed skin and my trembling hands. "Did Victoria send you? Or are you another corporate sp

nts of my shattering reality. Victoria. The

chitecture. The man infamous for destroying rival firms without a se

a final, desperate spark in the suffocating darkness. "I did not co

me. The intoxicating scent of cedar and expensive cologne enveloped me. "Women like you do not hide. You hunt. Now, I

command and escape his suffocating presence. I wanted

room spun into a vio

g, iron-hard arms caught my wa

emanded. His voice vibrated again

f genuine shock. His large hands gripped my waist, and I knew he could feel the erratic, terrifyingly slow rhythm of m

kly into the lapels of his crisp white shirt. "Plea

a nightmare where the only anchor left in the world was