mage of the boy, Cody, was burned into her mi

private investigator her father had used once, years ago. She made the call, her voice low and steady. She gave the P

an encrypted email arrived. The

rtment building in Queens. The second was of Breanna pushing a stroller i

. The lease was in Breanna's name, but the money came from a shell company tied to Henry Holdings. Adaline's

lls between her number and Damarion's. No birth certificate. Not yet. Bu

sponsor, to pay for with

e was so clever. He thought he could hide his mistress and his bastard under the

nd a scarf to cover her distinctive hair. She told her driver to take her to the foun

daline sat in the generic waiting area. Twenty minutes later, th

ry from the seductive woman in Damarion's office. S

ds things!" Breanna hissed into her phone. She paused, listening, then her

eadable. The sponsorship was a lie to

a curious, innocent expression on his face. His sneakers were scuffed at the toes. His jacket was a size

s a victim in all of this, a pawn in his parents' game

even hate. Just cold disgust. But the boy... the

dy from behind her brochure. Evidence. Then she wrote d

d out before Breann

a gaping wound. But now, it was accompanied by a chilling, ab

Family Trust. Her voting shares. The townhouse. The family name. Her father's old allies. Th

needed to do. She needed an ally more powerful than Damarion could eve