What's a good grovel-at-the-crematorium script without a rival lurking in the wings?
Landon had poured every ounce of his remaining existence into this plan. All so Natalie could live peacefully in a world without him, waiting for their next life to begin.
The one thing he'd forgotten to account for was that his Nat might fall for someone else.
Like this sanctimonious fraud standing right in front of her.
It began at a private club in Seavale. Natalie was meeting with several investment clients when a commotion erupted in the next room.
A group of trust-fund thugs had cornered a young woman. Her blouse was torn, wine stains splattered across her chest. They leered at her beneath the red eye of a camera, and her tears and pleas only sharpened their cruelty.
Natalie was on her feet in
