Adriana could still feel the weight of Vincent DeLuca’s words as they drove back to the penthouse.
Maybe you should be asking Eleanor Sinclair.
Eleanor had been the one to thrust her into the spotlight, calling her Marco’s fiancée in front of the city’s elite. But had that been her only move?
Adriana glanced at Marco, his grip tight on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. He hadn’t spoken since they left the meeting.
Finally, she broke the silence.
“You think Vincent was telling the truth?”
Marco didn’t look at her. “I think Vincent never says anything without a purpose.”
“But why would Eleanor want to threaten me?” Adriana asked. “She’s the one who pushed for this in the first place.”
Marco exhaled sharply. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”
Adriana frowned. “How?”
Marco’s
