At eight that evening, the sound of a car engine cut out beyond the villa.
I sat at the vanity in the bedroom and stared at the woman in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed. There was still a trace of leftover heat at the corners of her eyes.
I took a deep breath and forced down every trace of coldness and hatred that wanted to show on my face. Then I changed into a modest silk robe and pulled the collar high, hiding the wild red marks Victor had left across my collarbone and chest that afternoon.
The bedroom door opened. Liam walked in with a wide, eager smile.
"Babe, look what I brought you."
He held out a delicate black velvet box like a man presenting a trophy.
I opened it. Inside lay a very expensive diamond necklace. Under the bright vanity lights, the diamonds threw out
