The phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.
Here’s my test. You can marry me next Saturday. I will be a beautiful, grieving widow in six months. I’ll take thirty percent and disappear. Or... you can refuse. And I will walk out that door and tell the world that you faked a disability to entrap me. Your reputation, your legacy, your final act... will be a joke. Deceitful Love Limited Series - Episode 1
She smoothed her hair, took a breath that didn’t quite reach her lungs, and stepped back out into the low hum of jazz and clinking crystal. The phone buzzed