It had been a tense week for Sadie, filled with uncertainty about her place in Jake’s life and also thoughts about her great grandpa's death. So when Jake called her that afternoon and asked her to join him for dinner at a fancy restaurant, she wasn’t sure how to feel. Part of her wanted to refuse outright, even though she knew she couldn't—but there was always something behind Jake’s gestures, a motive hidden beneath the surface. But something in his voice, a softness she didn’t recognize, made her agree. Later that evening, as Jake pulled up in front of his other mansion which Sadie was currently residing in a sleek black car, Sadie stood on the porch, staring. He stepped out, dressed sharply in a suit, with his usual smirk playing on his lips. “Nice dress,” Jake commented as she appr

