His face hardened, but before he could answer, Bernard Ashby stepped toward Rafael, his forehead slick with sweat.

“Mr.

Moreno, sir — I know this is an improper time, but our restructuring acquisition is still scheduled for final board approval this coming Monday, correct?” My sister turned sharply toward her new father-in-law.

“What restructuring acquisition?” Spencer lowered his head and stared at the floor.

And there, without my lifting a finger, the second great secret of the evening began to expose itself — because the wealthy banking dynasty my sister believed she was marrying into had, it turned out, spent the last six months desperately trying to stave off complete bankruptcy.

I had come to that wedding carrying one hidden truth.