Natasha POV
The moment I saw the headline, I smiled.
It wasn’t the small kind of smile people give when they read something funny. No. It was wide, full of satisfaction, the kind that starts in your chest and moves all the way up to your lips like a secret you’ve been waiting to hear for years.
“Susan Brooks, Lover of the King of New York, Caught in Romantic Scandal with Business Associate.”
The words glowed from my tablet screen like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. The photo—Susan sneaking out of a hotel with some man in a tailored suit—was even better. She looked scared and nervous, like someone with something to hide.
I laughed softly to myself and leaned back into my chair. “Well, well… looks like the queen is shaking.”
I wasn’t the one who posted the gossip blog. I had no idea who
