Riele took a slow sip from her glass, her gaze drifting aimlessly into the void of the night. She was searching, struggling to latch onto just one of the emotions churning inside her. Two stood out more than the rest: anger and self-pity. The latter? Absolutely out of the question. Not for someone like her. She’d cling to the simmering anger, even the seething hatred building for Kieran Vasques, before she’d ever allow herself to wallow in pity. How utterly pathetic that would be!
Who did Kieran think he was? She was Riele Barkley, L.A.’s luminous star, the woman every other envied. No man alive could strip her of her self-worth. No one. Not even the arrogant, insufferable Kieran Vasques. And she was going to make him see that.
She rested her hips on the edge of the sleek marble counter,
