The rain hadn't stopped all night.
Thunder rolled over the skyline like a warning as Marcus stepped into the penthouse suite of his private hotel—an entire top floor reserved only for his darkest business.
Kate was already there.
A glass of whiskey in her shaking hand. Mascara smeared. Hair disheveled. Eyes burning with the kind of desperation that made even Marcus smirk.
He closed the door behind him.
"So," he said calmly, "you're ready?"
Kate didn't bother answering with words.
She shoved a tablet toward him, the headline glowing like fire:
SAMANTHA BRADLEY — NEW EVIDENCE SUGGESTS SHE FAKED ACCIDENT FOR INSURANCE FRAUD
Marcus watched her carefully.
"She destroyed my marriage," Kate whispered, voice trembling.
"She stole my life—twice."
Marcus poured himself a drink, amused.
"No, Kate. You destroyed your marriage. She simply walked back into the truth."
Kate flinched, rage flashing in her eyes.
"Are we doing this or not?"
