{Hailey’s POV}
I didn’t sleep. You don’t exactly sleep after the man you just accidentally inherited a billion-dollar empire from sends his favorite grandson to your penthouse to accuse you of fraud and witchcraft.
Kiara was passed out in the next room, snoring like she hadn’t just watched me verbally slap royalty and slam the door in his face. Williams stayed stationed outside like a well-paid gargoyle. Clara had gone off to God knows where with her files, her secrets, and her permanent look of “I know something you don’t.”
And me? I sat on the edge of my hotel bed—my hotel bed, apparently—and tried not to open that damn letter again.
“I’m sorry.” Sorry? Sorry for what? The question was still ringing in my mind—two stupid words. Not I chose you. Not this is why. Just… sorry. Screw h
