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super-rich parents will get a divorce, or if her fiancé
will sign the pre-nup in time. She would never understand what I’ve
been going through, and I can’t risk her reaction if she finds
out.
    So no matter how much I want to spill the
craziness of the past week, I hold back. “Let’s do something this
week,” I offer as an apology. “Just the two of us.”
    Olivia brightens. “That sounds great. Call
me!”
    I head downstairs, relieved that the meeting
is over. I’m looking forward to getting back to Cam’s; it seems
like every day, his home becomes more like a sanctuary to me.
Someplace safe, where I don’t have to keep up the pretense of my
perfect, glamorous life.
    “Hey, sis .”
    Brent’s voice makes me freeze. I whirl
around, suddenly panicked. He’s waiting on the sidewalk for me with
a smug, menacing grin.
    I flinch back. “What are you doing here?” I
gasp, my heart racing. Just seeing him brings all the bad memories
flooding back, how I trusted him—and how he repaid me with cruelty
and betrayal.
    Brent strolls closer. “You didn’t change the
password on your calendar.”
    I stifle a groan of frustration. I thought
I’d covered my tracks so well, but of course I forgot the one thing
that would lead Brent directly to me.
    I cross my arms and try to glare. “What do
you want? I’m busy.”
    “With your new boyfriend?” His smile turns
angry. “Are you running off home to fuck him like the good little
whore you are?”
    His words cut me, but I try not to show my
emotions.
    “What I do is none of your business,” I
answer coldly, raising my hand to signal for a cab.
    Brent grabs my hand and yanks me closer.
“I’ve had enough of this bullshit. You’re coming home with me right
now.”
    His eyes are steely, furious. I remember
that there’s nothing Brent hates more than losing what he
wants.
    “I gave you your money,” I whisper, hating
the fear that’s snaking cold in my blood. “It’s over. Please, leave
me alone.”
    Brent snorts. “You think ten grand is going
to fix this? That’s bullshit. I know you’re sitting on millions in
your trust fund—and that money should belong to me.”
    My heart sinks. Ever since Brent got
disinherited, he’s been obsessing over the wealth he always thought
he’d get. I’ve been supporting the both of us all year, letting him
stay in my apartment, paying his astronomical credit card
bills.
    “So how much will it take?” My throat feels
dry, and I’m worried someone will hear him. Any minute now, Olivia
or one of the others could come out and see us like this. I
couldn’t bear it if they knew the truth.
    “A hundred k, for starters.” Brent gives me
a mean grin.
     
    “That’s crazy!” I protest.
    He darkens. “Think of it as payment—for my
silence. Unless you want everyone knowing the truth.”
    “You’re bluffing,” I tell him, hiding my
fear.
    Brent sneers. “Try me.” He pulls out his
cellphone and dials. “Yeah, put me through to Cam McCullough’s
office.”
    Fear slices through me. “Brent, no!”
    “I think it’s time me and your new man had a
little chat about where you came from…and who you really are.”
Brent looks so happy, it sickens me. My life, my future is on the
line, and he’s relishing his power.
    I can’t risk it. I don’t know what I would
do if Cam discovered the truth.
    “Fine,” I whisper, fighting back sobs. “I’ll
give you the money. Whatever you want.”
    “Good girl.” Brent reaches out and strokes
my cheek before I can pull away, and the gesture makes me shudder
with revulsion. “This isn’t over, sis,” he adds, threatening. “It
will never be over. Not until I’m satisfied. Not until I have
everything I want.”
    A cab pulls up in front of us. I lurch away
from him, and practically stumble into the car. “Please, just
drive,” I beg, slamming the door behind me.
    We pull away from the curb, leaving Brent
there with that smug grin on his face.
    I try to catch my breath.