LISA’S POV
My reflection stared back at me from the glass walls of my office.
Blonde hair cascading over my shoulders.
Blue eyes sharper than diamonds.
A woman reborn.
Lisa Young—the CEO of The Young Enterprise.
Not the heartbroken wife who once knelt on cold marble floors, begging Tony Williams to love her.
That woman was dead.
And I’d buried her beneath designer heels and ruthless ambition.
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My phone buzzed.
Melanie Thompson.
I almost ignored it.
But curiosity won.
“Lisa,” Melanie’s breathless voice came through. “Valarie just emptied Tony’s offshore account.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
Silence crackled on the other end.
“How?” she whispered.
Because I’m smarter than both of you put together, I wanted to say.
Instead, I kept my tone sweet.
“Because Valarie’s greed is
