Chapter 29

• Naomi leaned heavily against the door, her breath hitching as a wave of weakness rippled through her. Her limbs felt hollow, distant from her command, and beneath the physical discomfort lay a deeper, sharper ache one she remembered all too well.
• The last time her body reacted this way, Kenzo had betrayed her with some vapid young model, smiling shamelessly in photographs as though she did not exist. And now, as her stomach tightened with dread, she understood that betrayal had found her again—but this time, it came from within her own home. Her father. Her own flesh and blood. The one person she had hoped would never throw her to the wolves.
• And yet he had.