The Cage Of Their Perfect Lie
son
. "Her gallery's opening was approaching, and she had a... creative b
er my life's work to 'borrow'?" The word was a venomous insult on my tongue. "You stol
ransaction. "Name your price, Addison. A gallery of your own. A
could buy my soul? He thought my art, the
de a move to push past him, my eyes set on the door. "I'm going to that gallery, a
e ice. He grabbed my wrist, his grip
. He was stronger, his body an unyielding wall. I twisted, t
fe
d, sweeping staircase of our penthouse. I landed at the bott
unadulterated panic in his eyes. He was down the stairs in a f
s voice tight with a fear
en, just sprained," he pronounced, his CEO-like assessment returni
barked at a terrified-looking maid. Then he turned to another. "Mr
To protect her reputation, he wa
d leaving me with a bottle of painkillers. The entire
ld out his arm, the sleeve of his expensive shi
oft. "Bite me. Hit me. Whatev
g me a release, a physical target for my rage, so that he
with all the fury and heartbreak in my soul. I tasted blood. He
onately, then reached into his jacket and pulled out his wallet. He ext
suffering," he sa
is with money? She's a thief, Grayson. And the art world is smal
problem. The exhibition... there's a massive online outcry. Dozens of critics and photographers are pointing out the
me a furious, accusatory look. "D
ction blooming in my chest. "My work speak
Mrs. Daugherty's signature use of light and shadow
cold it could have frozen
hard as stone. "You will log into your public account, and you will issue a statement. You will say yo
me to lie for her? To sacrifice my
o be ruined," he stated, as if it
rd a final, unbreaka
ontrol, hardened into something terrifyin
chilling whisper. He turned to his guards. "Take h
used to lock me in a dark closet as punishment. I had a deep, primal fear of the dark, of enclosed spaces. Grayson k
y most intimate wound, as a wea
pleading. This was a cruelty beyond anything he had don
a marble statue of a man, as his guards dragged
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