Bianca Sterling POV
I paced back and forth across the Persian rug in my father’s study while the scent of expensive cigars and old brandy usually calmed me down, but tonight it just made me feel like I was suffocating under the weight of a thousand secrets.
My father was sitting behind his massive oak desk and he was staring at a stack of red-lettered notices that he hadn't even bothered to hide from me, and the way his hands were shaking as he poured himself another drink told me that the situation was much worse than the rumors on Wall Street suggested.
"The bank called again this morning, Bianca, and they are giving us exactly ten days to show proof of the Valerius merger before they start the foreclosure proceedings on the estate and the townhouses," my father said, and his voice s
