Her Faked Love, His Real Power

party. A path cleared through the crowd as a woman walked in, flanked by an entourage that radi

e "Gabby

Dressed in a sharp, dark pantsuit, she moved with the predatory grac

her side, his slick confidence su

the Hamptons, my uncle is a friend of your father's.

uld have frozen the champagne in hi

," he lied smoothly, pulling a shocked Sabrina closer. "And this... this is no

rsons, with complete and utter disinterest.

gaze land

ssional mask melted away, replaced by a wid

ignoring everyone else as i

h amusement. "I was wondering when you'd get

They looked like statues in a

easy intimacy that spoke volumes. She turned to the stu

s twinkling with mischief, "the 'charity case' you've all

. Venture capitalists and tech hopefuls sta

ng with pride. "The most disruptive cybersecurity firm in the nation. The man the Pen

of her words settled over the party

ollapsed, her knees giving out as she crumpled to

I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me. I'm a victim of my family... their tox

magnitude of their blunder,

could you not know? How could you

efully constructed composure shattering into a million pi

devouring itself, and felt not

u all forced on me to protect the great Anderson legacy. It wo

raw, animal soun

ng to steal my wife. You were using the Andersons to get close to my company. Corporate espiona

d with the quiet efficiency of federal a

calmly. "We have som

but firmly esc

lso want to speak with you. To determine just how much

ask of terror. The great Anderson family, ruined fi

ct of a broken world, weeping for a life she had jus

made. I stood on the mansion's terrace, the same one where I'

e, leaning against the railin

voice soft. "When'

me a minute to process, Gabby

a minute," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she m

uch faster way for