"Some paparazzi suspect Bianca and I are faking it. They've been lurking outside the window trying to get shots, so we had to make it look real."
My stomach lurched. I choked it down and begged.
"Anthony, Bianca's stalker fans drugged me. They're going to assault me!"
"I'm about two miles northeast of the yacht. Please, come get me!"
His tone shifted instantly. "What?! I'm coming right now—"
Then Bianca's voice slithered through the line, dripping with mock concern.
"Oh, Viv. I have to say, you gold diggers really are something. Turning people against each other like that."
"A friend of mine just came from that direction. Not a soul in sight. You're making this up so Anthony will come running, aren't you? Trying to guilt him into going public with you?"
"Don't fall for it, babe. She probably has reporters planted nearby, just waiting for you to show up so she can force your hand."
Before I could get a word out, Anthony exploded.
"Vivienne, you're unbelievable! You want to make me a laughingstock that badly?!"
"You want to make up? Fine. Be kneeling at my front door by morning. Say you were wrong."
"Without me, you can't even hold down a real job. You'd starve in the gutter. Think about that!"