They walked Seraphina out into the afternoon with her hair coming undone and her borrowed heels scraping the pavement, still shouting that there had been some mistake.
There had been.
She’d simply made it six years ago, when she decided the quiet woman in that house was no one worth fearing.
Chapter 7 — The Empire Cracks
Across the city, in the glass tower that housed Kingsley Enterprises, my husband was watching his world come apart and refusing, even then, to understand why.
His head of finance set a black folder on his desk.
“They’ve frozen the primary accounts, the family trusts, the properties pledged as collateral.
Federal agents have opened an investigation into misappropriation of corporate funds.
And the contracts that carry most of our revenue were suspended this morning — someone with enormous leverage over our investors pulled their support all at once.”
“That’s impossible,” Declan said.