The Silk Trap

Summary

As I rose from the A-lister’s bed, he held out a pair of torn silk stockings, his voice a low purr.

“Put them on. So exquisite.”

The moment my fingers brushed against the ruined silk, a series of messages flared in front of my eyes, sharp and clear as text on a screen.

【Heiress, throw them away! That bastard thinks torn stockings are trashy. He’d never let his angel wear them, so he’s conning you into it.】

【Tomorrow, at your mother’s funeral, he’s going to publicly announce he’s with her.】

【He’s a dog who only wants your money, Willow! For God’s sake, kick him to the curb!】

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