The Betrayed Heiress And Her Genius Comeback

Hamptons darkness, the tires crushing

emples, rubbing in slow, hard circles to fight the jet lag. A fourteen-hour flight from

now we are approaching?" the driver asked, h

ed her hand. "I wan

on tonight. But Bridget knew how much he hated being alone on thei

their private beachfront estate. The ocean waves cr

her limited-edition Himalayan Birkin bag. Her stiletto heels clicked s

stop

the manicured lawn from the firs

d to be in Boston. The security sys

grass, silencing her footsteps. She crept toward the partially dra

ainst the cold glass and lo

e sat in the center of t

sual cashmere sweater. He was holding a little girl,

he glass. She reached out with a sticky finger and smeare

ed coffee in the boardroom. His eyes crinkled. He looked at the child w

d out of the

ld

She walked right up to Jayson, her movements fluid and entirely too co

rehead. The kiss was lingering. It was practiced. It was the

lungs stop

ned to lead. A violent spas

gers we

om her grasp. It hit the wooden

e, the laughter

to the darkness. He set Pippa down on the floor with rushed,

d. Pure, animal panic hi

around

yanked her foot upward, tearing the leather strap, and k

ront door swung

's voice cut through

ping RV parked near the tree line. She clamped both hands over her mout

ound the edge

oss the lawn. The beam missed her by inches. Golda stepped

nuckles in a gesture of absolute reassurance. They exchanged a look,

de of the RV. The cold m

eks. Four years. Four years of marriage. Four years of believing the

n heel across the gravel until she reached the Maybach.

, her entire body shaking v

wrapped her arms around her ribs, trying to hold

lared in the

ss the double yellow line. The high b

e jerked the steering

he asphalt. The smell of bur

The impact launched Bridget sideways. Her skul

ld went