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ning as I sat at the stainless-steel island in the guest wing kitchen.

ss of the Romero family walked in with the cold arrogance of a man who owned the air we breathed.

, his voice flat. "Make her look expe

he sight of the black card. "Of course, Mr. Romero

t lights buzzed overhead, reflecting the cheap, tight sequined dress Brenda had forced me into. I stumbled out, delib

reflection of the three-way mirror, I watched her screen. She sent the

wasn't humiliation. It was reconnaissance. The first b

tity continued at a top-ti

damage," the elegant stylist warned, runnin

Brenda

re finished, my hair was a fried, blinding platinum blonde. I stared at the empty-eyed doll in the mirro

studio in the Upper East Side for my etiqu

attered the salad fork against the fine china, and slurped my tea. When Augus

omplained, gesturing to me as I cowered in th

the faint outline of the bruise beneath my makeup. "I don't need her to

hide the ice-cold satisfaction settling in my ch

l of the marble restroom. A moment later, the door opened

lars?" Cammie whined, her voice echoing

her to sign. Once she's married and unlocks Emiliano's trust, The Ghost will take care of her. He's a

or clicked shut

d together. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer. He was a prisoner, likely being drugged to frame him for the murders of his careta

nd looked at the battered, b

the purest grade of neurotoxin

Tomorrow morning, before the Romero cars arrived