r, feeling lighter than she had in years. She didn't go home. Instead, she drov

el and righteous fury. She jumped up the moment

ctually did it! Te

e scene in Julian's office. Genevieve listened,

oshed onto the saucer. "My brother is an arrogant, misogynistic prick! Does

. "I need your help, Gennie. I need to

ht be an old fossil, but he has a major soft spot for me. And frankly, he's nev

e down. O

You have no idea wha

e years," Genevieve said, squeezing her hand. "Now go. Go

her family estate on Long Island. The old house, with its ivy-covered walls and spraw

ars, greeted her with a warm, worried smile. "He'

l, imposing man even in his late seventies. He turned as she entered,

s voice a low rumble.

lled with tears she refused to let fall. She told him everything. The years of neglect, the pu

ression growing grim. When she fini

et. "I thought I was giving you a secure future.

lecture about family ho

" he said, his voice firm. "The Fisc

reamed down her face. She could only

the dial with practiced ease, the tumblers clicking softly into place. The heavy

prenuptial agreement. I had you sign it a week bef

velope, her brow fu

encer-and infidelity, emotional or otherwise, is explicitly defined as fault-you have the unilateral right to dissolve the marriage. Furthe

o silence. It was a trump card. A

trust dynasties, Cecelia. Especially not arrogant young men who

ctivated by a key held in trust by my attorney. Go see him

per a tangible promise of her freedom. "Thank you, G

en years old when Stanford University sent you an acceptance letter. You were meant for laboratories and boar

ng. The girl who loved robotics, the girl who dreamed of changing the world. She was