ELENA DUVAL
My past held a little charm in my life, but honestly, that didn't mean I couldn't see the beauties in my complicated present. No matter how small they were. There was him. The idea I'd finally bring down the Whitmans and clear my family's name. And the exhilarating of them all was I'd get to find my sisters. I'd get to see them again.
My heels soon clicked on an expensive rug as the golden elevator doors binged in its opening. I slipped the private key cards Savio had given me in one of my past visits. It was used to access the private floor of the hotel. I rode to the highest floor of the Royal Haven. One of the hotels under the Russo’s name.
The hallway was still and quiet, and I found the usual two men always stationed at the front door of Savio's office.
With a slight b
