Evelyn’s eyes gleamed as she recorded the call with consent.

“And if I never sign?” Chloe asked.

“Then you’ll learn what happens to women who humiliate my family.”

Chloe ended the call and handed the phone to Evelyn. “Use it.”

By sunset, the temporary protective order was granted, barring Victoria, Lewis, and the six women from contacting Chloe or coming within five hundred feet of her.

But Victoria wasn’t hiding. That evening she appeared at a charity dinner in emerald silk and diamonds, a calm smile on her face, Lewis at her side.