Clara disappeared from the boardroom before the legal team could detain her.
For two days, there was silence. No headlines. No rumors. No attacks. But Amelia felt it in her bones—Clara wasn’t gone. She was waiting.
The storm came on the third night.
Amelia had just left a charity gala when her car door yanked open. A hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her scream. Panic surged as she was dragged into a black SUV, the city lights blurring past in a rush of fear.
“Relax, darling,” Clara’s voice purred from the seat across from her. Her eyes glittered with malice in the dim light. “You’ll be home soon enough. Assuming your husband learns how to play fair.”
Amelia’s heart pounded. “What do you want?” she managed through trembling lips.
Clara leaned forward, her smile sharp. “Everything
