AUTHOR‘S POV
"Do you really think a piece of paper is enough to stop a girl who has spent years perfecting the art of the victim, Margaret?"
Sonia’s voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence of the west wing parlor like a jagged blade. She was standing by the window, the moonlight catching the tears she had refused to let fall in front of Lucas. Her grip on her wine glass was so tight her knuckles were white, matching the pale lace of her expensive dress.
Margaret Carter didn't look up from the folder on her desk. She turned a page slowly, her eyes tracking the police report of Ava’s arrest with a cold, predatory focus.
"The pre-nup was Lucas’s move to protect the assets, Sonia. My contact in his legal team confirmed it was signed less than an hour ago." Margaret murmured, her
