They went back to Lizzie’s apartment. Not because it was decided or discussed. It just happened—Oliver’s hand in hers as […]

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.