She Faked Her Death Too Late

It was the fifth year of my marriage to a beautiful, ruthlessly guarded heiress when the news crossed the Pacific: the rigid, untouchable woman who had raised me was dead.

When my executive assistant’s overseas call finally came through, it was five in the morning in Los Angeles.

"Sir, Virginia is gone. The Carlisle family is in total chaos. You’re the only one who can come back and take control…"

Virginia Carlisle. It had been a long time since I allowed myself to hear that name. I froze, the phone pressed hard against my ear.