Chapter 43 That's Nicholas Sterling

• The crystal glass tilted lazily in Zane’s hand, amber whiskey catching the golden light of the hotel suite’s chandelier. His jaw worked with restrained fury as he stared out the wall of windows, the glittering city skyline doing nothing to soothe the storm brewing inside him.
• Bianca’s failure at the couture show was still sour in his mouth, and Seraphina,that woman,was shining brighter than ever. The blogs adored her, the industry embraced her as though he hadn’t made her, as though every ounce of her fame wasn’t built on his name, his influence. She had dared to walk away, dared to defy him.
• And now, somehow, she was still rising.