phin

the trust officer, then whips her head around to look

his voice dropping to a low, dangerous c

r the first time in mon

cold. "I am Mrs. Bianchi. That i

orming on her lips: But you signed the divorce papers! She catches hers

etween us, a flicker o

roll down her cheeks. "If you can't even do this for me, E

threat that

re." His eyes, when they meet mine over her shoulder, are like chips of ice. "Diso

rges with a new item on a velvet tr

nounces, his voice booming through the silent hall,

lingerie. A delicate web of lace and silk-a gift from our last ann

my lungs tu

" he says, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "It

ming me. He is dis

, futile impulse to bid for my own dignity. My credi

bids, their eyes leering at me, undressing me wi

abella close, whispers in

er lips. She raises her hand. "Five million,"

silent. It's

my husband's mistress in front of the entire criminal underworld. She holds the box,

concludes, seeking refuge in a quiet service corridor.

" she whispers. "He's

at her. I just t

into my arm like talons. Her eyes are wild. "Hurting you is t

table. Before I can process what's happening, she snatches a jagged s

as Lorenzo's footsteps echo from the end of

ints a trembli