The Adams Estate had never been this silent before.
Darla sat on the velvet armchair, her once proud posture now slouched, shoulders heavy with defeat. Derek paced the room like a lion locked in a cage… growling under his breath, teeth gritted with rage.
Everything they had planned, everything they had controlled with invisible strings… had unraveled.
Jean was free.
The girl they raised, not out of love but out of necessity… had slipped out of their grasp.
"She was never supposed to get away," Derek muttered, rubbing his temple. "She was supposed to marry Tyler. That was the deal. That was the only way to clean up all the mess of Alex's scandal and Jean would be forever silent."
"And now," Darla whispered, her voice cracking, "she's gone, and Logan Kingsley… that man has Jean's shares. She gave him everything. What was she thinking?"
