"You'll be my mistress sooner or later," Grant snarled.

"Count on it." He stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the mirrors.

The second he was gone, Lila's legs gave out.

She slid down the wall, tears streaming down her face.

What a fool she'd been. Four years of her life wasted on that snake.

All those dreams of white picket fences and wedding bells - he'd probably been laughing at her the whole time.

"Lila?"

Chloe's voice snapped ...