Calla’s parents’ death had only made things easier. What Calla never suspected was that Heron had been involved, pulling strings behind the scenes to ensure their demise. The car accident that claimed their lives wasn’t fate—it was a carefully executed plan. Their deaths left Calla alone, vulnerable, and desperate for connection, which Heron gladly provided.
She’d fallen hard, convinced he was her happily ever after. Heron had made her believe in a love that didn’t exist. She handed him her heart and her fortune without hesitation. Manipulating her was almost too easy. All it had taken was a steady stream of lies and staged acts of affection.
“The company’s next,” Vivien said, swirling her wine. “Once we sell it, we’ll disappear. Somewhere tropical. Somewhere quiet.”
Heron nodded, sipping his whiskey. “Of course, and we need to move fast before anyone starts asking questions.”
“Do you think anyone suspects?” Vivien’s voice was low.
“Not a chance,” Heron said. “Calla was too trusting. She handed me everything: the will, the shares…her heart. She was easy to manipulate.” He chuckled. “All I had to do was tell her what she wanted to hear.”