That night, at the Blackwater Estuary, pale gray clouds pressed low over the private yacht. Cold waves slapped against the deck again and again.
To maintain his fake image as a loving husband before the Aldermere Underworld Council, Arthur forced me to attend the money-laundering charity gala.
Using my poor eyesight as an excuse, he deliberately picked a flimsy, revealing evening gown, then told everyone I couldn't tell what I was wearing.
The moment I stepped into the glittering banquet hall, I saw Sarah.
She was wearing the newest couture gown that should have belonged to me. Around her neck hung the replica emerald necklace my mother had left me.
She moved between loan sharks and crew bosses from different districts, raising her glass and laughing, looking every inch like the hoste
