Chapter 17: The fight
Lizzie didn’t go to the bridge at eight. She went at seven, needing to see if Oliver would actually show […]
Lizzie didn’t go to the bridge at eight. She went at seven, needing to see if Oliver would actually show […]
By morning, the leak had evolved from scandal to wildfire. Lizzie woke to missed calls from her mother, from clients,
Three days after the Cooper incident, Lizzie’s apartment felt suffocating. Maddie had left that morning with apologies and promises to
Lizzie woke to her phone ringing at three in the morning. Gavin’s name flashed on the screen. “This better be
The banging on Lizzie’s apartment door came at eleven PM on a Thursday. She’d been working late, finalizing designs for
Two weeks into the arrangement, Lizzie had to admit it was working. The fake relationship with Oliver had become the
The Plaza Hotel glittered like something out of a dream. Lizzie stood outside the entrance in a red dress that
Ruby arrived thirty minutes later with wine and murder in her eyes. “Show me the contract,” she demanded, bursting into
Lizzie was in the middle of a design review when her receptionist buzzed through. “There’s someone here to see you.
The Richardson Industries boardroom felt like a funeral. Oliver sat at the head of the table—his table, his father’s table—and