The glass in Sloane’s hand trembled as she watched the live report. Her reflection wavered in the expensive mirror behind her—a warped version of herself, beautiful still, but brittle.
The anchor’s voice cut through the quiet like a scalpel.
“Damon Smith’s assets have reportedly been frozen pending investigation into his involvement in the defamation case filed by Cross Industries’ heiress, Mya Cross. Sources close to the investigation confirm that new evidence links both Smith and Monroe to the forged media campaign that sparked the scandal.”
Sloane’s chest constricted. She turned the volume down, but the words still echoed in her skull.
Links both Smith and Monroe.
Her name. Said aloud. Broadcast to millions.
Her nails scraped against the crystal rim of her glass. “You i***t,” she
