The Price of Fury
“This is war, and I will not be beaten by anyone,” Chloe told her reflection, speaking the words like a spell. The studio apartment she kept for herself felt too small for the rage that lived inside her. Ares asked her to leave the mansion for a break.
She had always been used to being the center of things — the carefully manicured woman who smiled at cameras and bent the world to her will. Now that center was gone; her world had tilted and she felt the vertigo at the top of her lungs.
The court had adjourned. The cameras had captured her loneliness as she sat in that cavernous room with a polished smile and no man beside her. Ares had chosen the children; Marcus and Lady Bianca had chosen contempt. Even the tabloids had been merciless. “Slap Heard Round the City,” “A
