Siena
The sound of the auction echoed in my ears long after we had vacated the golden hall. I went from beaming with excitement to looking awkward in a split second.
Anyta had stolen the show—the whispers, the flashing lights. No one seemed to notice me at that moment, no one threw a second glance at the woman in red on Everett's arm.
I wanted to scream in the car as we drove back to the mansion. Everett sat beside me, his jaw sharp and tight, his eyes gazing through the window. His hand clutched the glass of whiskey he'd picked from the bar when we left. He barely spoke since he took Anyta aside for that private talk.
I hated her. I hated her with every breath in my body. But most of all, I hated him—my husband's brother, the one I had jumped into because Leonard was so broken, so cri
