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Chapter 5
ra's
work, in the private design studio attached to the manor. The fai
an unfamiliar N
ional voice said. "This is Vera Wang's
d. "A de
As per Mr. Harris's explicit instructions, the piece was
emotional context vanished, repla
. "I never made such a request. And
, my address was
ress?" I asked, a knot of
eridge Road," the
rd, my heart hammering again
rent fixer, and the only person on my payroll w
the property at 8 P
the property is a villa. The blueprints are identic
a final, clarifying data point. He wasn't j
edding dress. My design. My sou
st cheating. I
"Paige," I said, my voice deadly calm.
our grim-faced men, bodyguards loyal to the M
o a high, severe ponytail. I caught my reflection in the floor-length mirror-a str
a double-take, and let out a low whistle. "Ma'am
h the afternoon streets, h
al. It was my home. The same white facade, the same manicured g
ect re
the gate's intercom.
lock bypassed in under thirty s
mirror image. The same furniture, the same art
built for my
e second floor. Jasmine's voi
lick of my heels on the marble echoi
e landing, jus
ed from the m
s wear
ight' gown
to her frame, and a smug, sati
sa
insolent triumph. She even had the audacity to lift the hem of the ski
t this woman, wearing my
s-the lies, the violence, the contempt-
ead across my face. My eye
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