I stared out the window at the sunlight, still half in a daze.
That phone had been a gift from Lucien Cross—Damien's greatest rival—given to me on my wedding day.
He'd told me that no matter what the future held, he would always be standing behind me.
At the time, I was too lost in the joy of marrying Damien to take it seriously. I'd tucked the phone into the safe and never thought about it again.
All these years later.
I'd dialed that number expecting nothing—a deadline, a changed number, silence. Instead, Lucien picked up on the first ring.
"Amber, I'm flying back this afternoon. Leave the rest to me."
I hung up.
Then I drove to Damien and Joy's wedding—on my own terms.
Lucien was my contingency. My insurance.
But the debt owed to my sons and my mother—that, I would collect mys
