Rachel's pov
After the party ended and the last guests had filtered out, Levis led me out through a private exit to avoid the remaining press and photographers.
His car, a sleek black Range Rover was waiting in the back, and I slid into the passenger seat with a sigh of relief.
"That went well," Levis said as he started the engine.
I smiled, thinking about Vincent's face when he'd heard I was the CEO of Horton Group. The shock, the confusion, the complete devastation.
It had been even better than I'd imagined.
"It did," I agreed. "Everything is falling into place."
I'd come a long way from the broken woman who'd jumped off that cliff two years ago. From the orphan who'd thought marrying Vincent would give her a family, a home, a place to belong.
Now I had all those things but on my
