The billionaire's undying love for me.

st was

Her eyes were red. She had clearly not slept either. Noah ate quickly and looked at his bowl. Li

me why this house feels l

eakfast, Lil

. I'm also

ve qui

y chair. "I'm g

in. Her mouth opened. Then she closed it, and pressed a paper l

she said.

eve and whispered, "Whatever is

se do

initel

I told myself it was because we needed the money, and that was true. But under it lay

the moment I steppe

omen from Accounts stopped talking when I passed and then started again, lou

offee. It was a printout of the photograph, and som

ent. Then I folded it in half, and

d, without tu

th her arms folded, gave a very small, very s

writing is

utation i

open door. Calm. Quiet. Deadly. "Ar

"Mr. Blackwood

ped out, immaculate in a charcoal suit, his eyes

whole floor he

face cracked, and I saw that his hands were gripping

e asked, too quietly f

m f

ll

t's just a picture.

"There is a board meeting at ten. Emergen

ed. "Because of

ay about the photograph." He hesitate

oard room

here." His voice softened. "You do not have to sa

Fourteen board members sat around a mahogany table that smelled of lemon polish and old money. At its head s

a smile like

ely. Do sit. We were

beside mine, his shoulder an

tation. A photograph has been circulated. A public disturbance in our own lobby. A r

relationship,

e suggests

moving a man who was har

? The board has such delicate sensibilities." She turned her warm eyes on me. "And Miss Monroe is so young. Fr

A whisper of agreement r

romised Adrian I would. But the wor

k, not my family tree. I have never asked him for anything. If an

m went

her eyes sharpened, like a knife sliding out o

d steadBeside me, Adrian shifted. When he spoke, his voice was

ased bookings by thirty percent in testing. If anyone wishes to question her integrity, they wil

ped br

rd only that. But I was sitting close enough to see the pulse jumping in his throat, and to feel

ria before he spoke again, the way a child glances at a teacher. "However, the press must be s

the

old arrangement we once discussed. The Laurent family has

le body went

hough he hadn't spoken, "at next Saturday's gala. It would

eone I do not love to please

, "you will explain to them why the

ing heart, that this was how they controlled him. Not with force. With the

ouble doors

ith sleek black hair cut to her shoulders and eyes the color of storm clouds. She wo

in a smooth, unhurried voice.

ia breathed, rising with

ded politely to Richard, and then her gaze

e said coolly. "It'

ook, and stopped omn the small mole beneath my left eyebrow. For t

lowly, "must be the g