Twelve hours before my wedding, I overheard my fiancé’s family plotting to steal my company—so I made sure their scheme was exposed before I ever said “I do.”

and more like a carefully built stage after the audience had gone.

I crossed the foyer quietly.

That’s when I heard Warren laugh.

The sound came from Celeste’s private library at the end of the west hallway.

Not the warm laugh I knew.

Careless and confident, like he’d taken off a mask the moment he thought I was gone.

I stopped walking.

The library door stood continue reading …