Two glasses touched under the crystal chandelier.
Seren glanced at Oscar's profile—soft, warm in the light. She thought about how he'd given her the only rope, how he'd thrown her this huge celebration.
Over the years, every award he'd handed her, every luxury gift—it all came rushing back. All of it turned into this overwhelming feeling.
She finally felt sure. Oscar had used Noelle's work to build her up. He'd hurt Noelle again and again. And it was all because he loved her.
How could she not love a man like that?
Her heart pounding, she burrowed into his chest. His arms wrapped around her right away, strong and sure.
"You cold?" Oscar pulled the fur tighter around her shoulders.
Seren shook her head. Looking up, her eyes gleamed. "You'll always love me like this? Always take care
