The Fox mansion didn't look real. It looked like old money carved into marble and arrogance, sitting on enough acres to make the city look like it was begging for scraps. The driveway alone was long enough to host a marathon, lined with trees trimmed so perfectly it felt like they'd been disciplined into obedience. The car doors opened, and there it was… the kind of silence money buys. The kind that hums instead of breathes.
I stepped out first, legs unsteady in my heels, pulse already trying to crawl up my throat. Teddy came around the car, offering his arm. He looked untouchable again, black suit, silver cufflinks, calm face that didn't belong to a man walking into a family ambush.
I took his arm anyway. It was for show. Everything between us was for show.
But my skin still re
