Chapter 7

The heavy oak doors of the boardroom shut behind Serena with a satisfying, resolute thud.

For the first time in three months, she took a full, deep breath. Her pulse was racing, thrumming against the diamond choker at her throat, but her hands were perfectly steady. She had played the s

Chapter 8

The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Palais bathed the ballroom in a warm, golden luminescence, casting fractured rainbows across the imported marble floors. A string quartet played a delicate Vivaldi piece in the corner, though the music was nearly drowned out by the clinking of champagn

Chapter 9

The morning sun filtered through the massive arched windows of the Laurent estate, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the quiet library. Serena sat in a high-backed leather chair, a cup of Earl Grey tea cooling on the mahogany desk in front of her. She was reviewing the latest qua