f the Nomad Hotel. The text had been simple: "If

the Rios Energy oil dynasty. Our biggest, most

was lounging on a leather sofa, a glass in his hand. He was exactly like the tabloid

s voice a low drawl. "An

os. What is this?" I tried to ke

l give you that. Your husband is screwing a D-list celebrity on your

lie feeling flimsy even to my ow

umorless sound. He gestured to his

losing the heavy doors behind them w

s said, leaning forward. He tapped his phone, and

y camera in what looked like a hotel room. Harden and Celine. They we

mach c

speakers. It was a clear, unmistakable declara

arder than the vis

e cares about is the work. It's like being married to a robot. A brilliant, rich robo

grabbing the arm of a chair to steady myself. Th

red, the sound

softly. "He's been p

u showing me this? What do you want?" I was a busin

Sloan," I said, my voice tu

partner with it. Your tech, my resources. We could bu

destroy you

want to burn her empire to the ground. But to do that, I need to g

hed. "You're proposin

e said. "You and me. We vote h

is soaring. I won't risk it." I was thinking of the b

have a choice?" He swiped to another image on t

is voice calm and lethal. "Harden has been siphoning money from Helios into thi

gering. It was thef

in. Receipts. A new Porsche for Celine. A condo in Miam

wasn't a mistake. This was a long, calculated betrayal. He was looting our company, o

of hope ins