Daphne’s POV

The world shifted faster than I could catch my breath.

For days, I’m certain the world will eat me alive.

One week ago, I had been nothing but a shadow trailing in Xavier Black’s orbit,

learning, surviving, trying to rebuild what Tatiana and her lies had taken from me.

Now, my name was flashing across news tickers, attached not to shame but to brilliance.

Because Xavier had gone to the press.

He hadn’t flinched when the stories painted me as a gold digger, as a woman ...