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Abigail Mercer set down her fork so gently that no one at the table heard it. Thirty-two people. Candlelight. Crystal…

She drove past his house at least four times that week, and she told herself every single time it was…

Waiting in a room heavy with the scent of damp ash and expensive lavender, Eleanora felt like nothing more than…

He thought he could buy his freedom with a check for $2 million. Adrian Brown, the ruthless CEO of Brown…

He spelled it wrong on purpose. Or at least that’s what he told himself when he arranged the candles on…

He sent the letter before he fully thought it through. That much was obvious to everyone in the studio the…

It was three o’clock in the morning. Marjorie Harvey was in Steve’s apartment in New York, coat on, bags packed,…

“Miss Bruton, you claim to be one hundred percent positive that Mr. Martin is not your son’s biological father because…

She was eighty-six years old. She had lost 120 pounds. And she walked out onto that stage like someone who…

The woman walked into the studio with the kind of confidence that comes from years of holding everything together alone….

In my thirty-five years on the bench in Providence, Rhode Island, I have seen fear, pride, sorrow, excuses, and grace…

She slapped the devil and he smiled. When Mara Cole’s hand connected with Adrian Moretti’s face in front of his…

Blood spread beneath the gurney while a German Shepherd blocked the only people who could save the dying colonel. Surgeons…

## Part 1 The smell of another woman’s Chanel No. 5 was still clinging to his collar when Mark turned…

She was invisible, just another waitress in a room full of sharks wiping down mahogany tables. Men with net worths…

The smell of another woman’s Chanel No. 5 was still clinging to his collar when Mark turned the key in…

She walked out onto that stage the way nine-year-olds walk — a little self-conscious, a little proud, carrying the particular…

The penthouse on Park Avenue wasn’t a home. It was a museum, all glass and brushed steel and cold white…

The first thing you need to understand is that Monica had lived her entire life believing she knew who she…