When Celeste slapped me across the marble foyer and crushed my wrist beneath her heel, she smiled. “A maid who reads is still a maid.” My billionaire boss ordered me out while his fiancée called me a thief. I said nothing—only glanced at the antique clock recording every second. Six days later, I entered their engagement gala wearing a cast and announced, “Freeze all twenty-two million.” Then the police stepped forward…
Celeste Harrington’s heel came down on my injured wrist before anyone in the marble foyer could stop her. She smiled as I…
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