Anabella Clayton's POV:
The Hudsonia morning sun spilled over me, but it carried no warmth. Autumn had officially arrived.
I stood on the balcony of my hotel suite, my fingers tightening around the revised draft of the divorce settlement sent by Bowden's lawyer. He'd tacked on a few extra million dollars in assets yet remained unshakable on one point: joint custody of the two children.
'In his dreams!' That had been Jewell's commentary, and it echoed the roar in my own heart.
But while I navigated the wreckage of my marriage, I had to ignite another fuse—the Sullivan family succession war.
Though I was miles away in Newford, I could easily picture my siblings making their moves, circling like sharks.
The ten million pounds had cleared. The timer was ticking. I had only six months—183
