ISABEL
I make it to my car before I completely fall apart. My hands are shaking so badly I can barely get the key in the ignition but when I finally do, I just sit there, gripping the steering wheel, trying to breathe.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
The three men from the bar. The three men who f****d me until I couldn't remember my own name. The three men I've been trying desperately not to think about for a week.
They're BDS Partnership.
Blackville, De Santos, and Smith.
How did I not see it? How did I not make the connection?
Because they were just first names in the dark. Just Ares, Marco and Harvey. Just three strangers who helped me get revenge on my asshole ex-husband and not three billionaire investors who hold my entire future in their hands.
I press my palms against my eyes, but
