The night before the wedding, Rosalie found a small key hidden in Lorelei’s old sewing box, certain it opened a locked file in her father’s study.

She sewed the key into the corset of her heavy gown.

Hours later, two of Emmett’s men burst into her bedroom, gripping her arms as they tore through her drawers, demanding to know what she’d taken from the office.

She told them nothing. It never occurred to them to search the thick fabric of a wedding dress.

At the signing of the marriage document, Emmett laid a heavy hand on his daughter’s shoulder to pose for the photographers.

Rosalie flinched so hard the pen dropped to the marble floor. Manuel saw it, and noted the tension between them.