Chapter 25

**ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW**

I slammed my apartment door so hard the walls shook. The sound echoed through the empty space, matching the thunder in my heart. My hands shook as I poured myself a drink, spilling expensive whiskey on the marble counter.

"Damn you, Camille," I whispered, then screamed it: "DAMN YOU!"

The crystal glass flew from my hand, shattering against the wall in a spray of amber liquid and broken dreams. Thirty million dollars. The Cedar Hill estate. All of it ...