Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Four days later, the illusion of Julian Vance’s invincibility shattered in the middle of Clara’s living room.
It was a Tuesday afternoon. Clara was curled up on the plush velvet sofa, calmly reading a book on advanced algorithmic theory hidden behind a dust jacket for a romance novel. T
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Clara Vance stood before the full-length mirror in her master bedroom, critically evaluating her reflection. She needed to look precisely like the woman Sloane Mercer thought she was: soft, dependent, and entirely unremarkable.
She opted for a high-necked, pastel-pink chiffon dress. It
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Julian Vance’s thirtieth birthday party was less a celebration of life and more a monument to his ego.
He had rented a sprawling, modern glass mansion in the Hollywood Hills, overlooking the glittering expanse of Los Angeles. The driveway was choked with Ferraris, McLarens, and a fleet