Madison sat in Dr. Patricia Reeves’ office on Park Avenue, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she waited […]

Madison stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror of her SoHo apartment, noting the dark circles under her eyes

Madison stared at the private jet ticket in her hand, her name printed in elegant script alongside a destination she’d

Madison hadn’t slept since leaving Daniel’s penthouse the night before. She’d spent hours pacing her apartment, Victoria’s words echoing in

Madison had imagined many scenarios when Daniel suggested she meet his family properly. None of them involved sitting in his

Madison woke up to her phone buzzing like an angry hornet at 5:23 AM. Still groggy from the champagne and

“I want to take you somewhere,” Daniel said, appearing in Madison’s office doorway with two cups of coffee and that

Madison was reviewing gallery contracts in her office when she heard raised voices from the direction of Daniel’s corner suite.

Madison’s phone buzzed with another call from a reporter as she sat in Daniel’s office three days after their night

Madison stared at the text message on her phone for the third time in five minutes: The St. Regis. Presidential