Cole
I pulled up in front of the Martinez mansion, the house that had been Yasmin’s personal hell. The last place she had been before she... died. Or at least, before she disappeared.
I didn’t want to believe a damn word that woman had said. Mirela Gomez. She had carefully spun a story that sounded like the world’s biggest coincidence.
A woman who looked like Yasmin, appearing out of nowhere right after Yasmin supposedly died? It was ridiculous.
And yet, something about it stuck with me.
She had even invited me to Arlene’s launch, claiming it was the only way to uncover the truth. She sounded like she pitied me, which made me sick.
If she had done a background check, then she must have known the hell I was going through, fighting to keep my father’s company from crumbling under Marcu
