Stephanie’s POV

A smug smile played on my lips as I stood in front of Mark’s house, the late evening breeze tugging at my hair. I’d heard Gray had finally released him, and I decided to pay a visit. Not out of kindness, of course — I wasn’t done using him yet. Mark was still my pawn in this game.

George was the one I truly loved, and I’d go to any length — destroy anyone, manipulate anything — to make sure every piece of property ended up in his name.

I pressed the doorbell, ...