Jessica’s crying filled the penthouse, sounding like something broken that could never be fixed. Sophia looked at the woman who used to be her best friend, the same woman who stood beside her at her wedding, hugged her when she cried, and secretly drugged her smoothies, and Sophia’s heart hurt deeply, as if it was being torn.
“Two million dollars,” Sophia said quietly, the words feeling strange on her tongue. “That’s how much my life was worth to you? Two million?”
Jessica lifted her tear-covered face. “Sophia, I—”
“Don’t.” Sophia’s voice was sharp. “Don’t even try to explain.”
Richard slowly moved backward toward the kitchen, his eyes jumping nervously between the Dante brothers like he was an animal trying to escape. “This is all made up. Jessica is just… emotional. She’s not thinkin
