He beat me in the middle of the hospital just because I made his secretary cry. I was pregnant, but I swallowed my pride and planned my revenge. I destroyed his entire career.
The first crack of lightning tore across the New York skyline like a warning from the heavens—sharp, electric, and blinding. And in that brief flash, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling-Pierce penthouse reflected a woman sitting alone in a room built for power. Catherine Pierce’s silhouette looked carved from glass, elegant but dangerously on edge,…