Victor looked down at me. For the first time in six years, he actually saw me.

He didn’t see a weak, emotional girl. He didn’t see a decorative accessory for his son’s arm. He saw someone dangerous.

I held his gaze. “You really should have stopped calling me invisible, Victor.”

Chapter 4 — The House of Cards

The raid moved through the ballroom like a storm of paperwork and cold authority.

Agents sealed every exit, took cell phones from trembling hands, and pulled Ashford Global executives out of the crowd one by one. Men who’d been toasting Victor ten minutes earlier now stared at their own shoes, avoiding his eyes.

Women who’d laughed along with Elaine’s cruel jokes stepped away from her chair as though her fall from power were contagious.