Judith asked me to drive her home after work. Her penthouse overlooked Neuilly's glittering skyline, a sleek tower piercing the Paris haze. I parked in the private underground garage, the…
Finally, the last box. Steve wiped sweat from his temple. Our third move in three years. But this penthouse? Perfection. Twentieth floor, cross-shaped building, one apartment per wing. Elevator dead…
Trembling, I gripped the wheel of my sleek Mercedes, tears streaking my cheeks, belly heavy from the night's depravity. The villa's marble entrance gleamed under moonlight as Maria held the…