Daniel’s development firm had violently collapsed under the weight of federal fraud charges, tax evasion, and embezzlement.

All of his corporate and personal accounts remained frozen by the government.

Carlo Moretti was currently fighting a sprawling, multi-agency investigation that threatened to dismantle his entire syndicate.

Elena had gotten her wish to be famous, though perhaps not in the way she’d envisioned.

She had become the disgraced headline of every financial and tabloid blog in the state, transformed from a society bride into a cautionary tale.

As for Daniel, my lawyers told me he was currently living in a dismal, rented studio apartment on the outskirts of the city, spending his days making desperate phone calls to defense attorneys who no longer bothered to return his messages.