The black Maybach merged onto Fifth Avenue. Inside the cabin, the silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the tires against the asphalt.

Adeline sat in the back seat, the heavy wool of Cade's suit jacket still draped over her shoulders. The scent of cedar and dark tobacco clung to the fabric. She reached up, gripping the lapels to slide the jacket off and hand it back to him.

"Thank you," Adeline said, her voice light, completely detached from the violence in the restroom.

Cade did not take the jacket. He turned his head. His dark eyes locked onto a faint, angry bruise blooming at the nape of her neck, where the marble counter had driven into her spine.

Cade shifted his weight. He reached out, his large hand hovering near the edge of her collar. His rough thumb brushed against the darkened skin. The touch was feather-light, but the heat radiating from his fingers sent a sharp jolt straight to Adeline's chest.

Adeline's breath hitched. She instinctively pulled back, pressing her shoulders into the leather seat. Her mind raced, a sudden spike of panic cutting through her carefully constructed icy exterior. Damn it, she hated this feeling of losing control. She had spent eight years mastering her emotions, turning herself into an untouchable fortress, yet this man's raw, unapologetic aggressiveness was making her body's primal instincts react faster than her reason. The heat of his touch was a dangerous variable she hadn't accounted for.

Cade's other hand shot out. He cupped the back of her neck, his long fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair. He held her in place, forcing her to look at him.

"If you ever use your own safety as bait again," Cade said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "I will make you regret it."

Adeline's heart hammered against her ribs. She could see the raw possessiveness burning in his pupils. She forced her chin up, refusing to break eye contact.

"I had it under control," she shot back. "I knew exactly what I was doing."

Cade let out a harsh breath. He dropped his hand, severing the contact, and leaned back against his door. He pressed the intercom button.

"Billionaires' Row. 57th Street," Cade ordered the driver.

Adeline blinked, surprised. That was the exact location of the secret penthouse Alistair had arranged for her. She kept her face neutral. She pulled her phone from her clutch—the one now fitted with the prepaid SIM she had installed that morning—opened her contacts, and permanently blocked Evan's number. She then opened an encrypted email app and forwarded the photos of a bloody, pathetic Evan to three major gossip outlets.

The Maybach descended into a heavily fortified underground garage. The concrete walls were lined with Bugattis and limited-edition Ferraris.

Cade stepped out of the car and waited for Adeline. They walked toward a private elevator bank. Cade stepped up to the retinal scanner. A red laser swept across his eye, and the heavy steel doors slid open.

Cade stepped inside and pressed the button for the top-floor penthouse. He looked at Adeline, who was standing in the lobby.

"Do you need my driver to take you back to whatever slum you are hiding in?" Cade asked, a mocking edge to his voice.

Adeline smiled. She stepped into the elevator. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a sleek, black keycard with an embedded gold chip. She tapped it against the scanner panel below the buttons.

A hidden light illuminated on the panel. The floor right below Cade's penthouse lit up.

Cade stared at the glowing button. His jaw tightened. The realization hit him like a physical blow. The security in this building cost tens of millions of dollars. No one lived here on a lease. You had to own the floor.

He let out a low, dark laugh. "When did the board start letting Evan's charity cases buy real estate here?"

"Maybe the building just has a soft spot for gold diggers," Adeline replied smoothly, not breaking eye contact.

The elevator chimed. The doors slid open to reveal a massive, private marble foyer.

Adeline stepped out. She turned around and pulled Cade's jacket off her shoulders. She tossed it directly at his chest.

"Goodnight, neighbor," she said.

As the doors began to close, Cade's arm shot out. His forearm hit the rubber bumper, forcing the doors to violently retract.

He stepped out of the elevator. His tall frame ate up the distance between them in two strides. He backed Adeline up until her spine hit the heavy oak door of her apartment.

Cade planted his hand on the wood right next to her head, caging her in. He leaned down, his mouth hovering inches from her ear.

"Since we are neighbors," Cade whispered, his breath hot against her skin, "do you need to borrow some sugar? Or maybe... something else?"

Adeline's lungs seized. The heat radiating off his body was suffocating. She raised her hand and pressed her index finger flat against the center of his chest, right over his racing heart. She pushed, creating a half-inch of space.

"I am allergic to sweets," Adeline said, her voice breathless but steady. "Especially men who think they are too sweet to resist."

She reached behind her back, punched her code into the keypad, and pushed the door open. She slipped inside and slammed the heavy door shut in his face.

Adeline leaned against the wood, closing her eyes as she dragged air into her burning lungs. Her control was slipping. Cade Kramer was too dangerous.

The satellite phone Alistair had left her vibrated sharply from inside her bag. She pulled it out. The screen displayed a name she had not seen in years—Marion Strong. A cold spike of recognition shot through her; somehow, her mother-in-law had breached the encrypted line. The heat in her blood vanished, replaced by absolute ice. The wicked mother-in-law was calling.

Adeline pressed the green accept button and put the phone on speaker, tossing it onto the plush velvet sofa. She kicked off her heels, letting her bare feet sink into the thick carpet.

"Adeline." Marion Strong's voice was shrill, vibrating with barely contained venom. "You will meet me tomorrow at ten o'clock at the Pierre Hotel tea room. Do not be late."

Adeline walked to the wet bar and poured herself a glass of sparkling water. "I am quite busy tomorrow, Marion. I do not have time for idle gossip."

"Listen to me, you little tramp," Marion hissed, her voice dropping into a vicious threat. "If you do not show up, I will make a few phone calls. You will never find a job in this city again. You will starve."

Adeline took a slow sip of her water. "Your threats are as outdated as your wardrobe, Marion."

She tapped the screen, cutting the call dead, and turned the phone off.

The next morning, Adeline slept until nine. She dressed in a Loro Piana cashmere suit in a muted, understated beige. It screamed quiet luxury, completely devoid of logos but costing more than a luxury car.

At exactly ten o'clock, she walked into the private, soundproofed parlor of the Pierre Hotel tea room.

Marion Strong was already seated. She wore a stiff, outdated tweed suit and a string of oversized pearls that looked heavy and ridiculous. Her face was pinched into a mask of supreme arrogance.

Marion did not offer a greeting. She reached into her Birkin bag, pulled out a thick legal document and a piece of paper, and slapped them onto the table.

"Five million dollars," Marion said, her tone dripping with disgust. "It is a cashier's check. It clears instantly. Sign the Non-Disclosure Agreement. You will never speak of Evan, Piper, or the Strong family again."

Adeline pulled out a chair and sat down gracefully. She looked at the check. Five million. Strong Group was bleeding cash, and this old woman was draining the reserves to save face.

"Do not look so greedy," Marion sneered. "That is more money than you will see in your entire pathetic life. Take it, buy a farm in the Midwest, and disappear."

Adeline picked up the NDA. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the draconian clauses. It demanded absolute silence regarding the events in the restroom.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Are you terrified the board will see the photos of Evan covered in blood? Is that why you are paying me off?"

Marion's face tightened. "It was a drunken misunderstanding. Piper has forgiven him. The Stafford merger will proceed as planned."

Adeline bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing out loud. Stafford merger. The delusion was staggering.

Adeline reached into her bag and pulled out a custom Montblanc fountain pen. She uncapped it and stared at the signature line. A cold smile touched her lips. She wasn't about to give this woman a legally binding document. With bold, sweeping strokes, she signed a name she hadn't used since she was a child in the foster system, long before the Staffords had officially adopted her: Jane Doe. It was a completely fictitious legal identity, a ghost that had been permanently erased from all government databases over a decade ago. The moment the ink dried, the contract was completely void.

Marion watched her sign, a look of utter contempt washing over her face. "I knew you were just a cheap whore looking for a payout."

Adeline capped the pen. She picked up the five-million-dollar check, folded it neatly, and slid it into her cardholder.

She stood up, looking down at Marion. "Thank you for your generous donation, Marion. I hope Strong Group survives the end of the month."

Marion slammed her hands on the table, standing up. "You take the money and keep your mouth shut, you filthy bitch!"

Adeline's eyes went dead. She reached out, picked up the porcelain cup of freshly poured Earl Grey tea, and flicked her wrist.

The scalding hot tea splashed directly across the front of Marion's expensive tweed jacket.

Marion let out a high-pitched, pig-like squeal. She jumped back, clutching her chest as the hot liquid soaked through the fabric, ruining the silk blouse underneath. Her perfectly powdered face twisted in agony.

Adeline set the empty cup down. She pulled a napkin from the dispenser and dabbed her fingers.

"Consider the five million the interest on my emotional distress," Adeline said coldly. "Watch your mouth next time."

She turned and walked out of the parlor, ignoring Marion's frantic screaming.

Out on the sidewalk, Adeline pulled out her phone and dialed Elena.

"Deposit the five million dollar check immediately," Adeline ordered as she walked toward the curb. "Use the entire amount to silently contact the primary creditors holding Strong Group's high-yield corporate bonds. I want to buy up their non-performing debt at a premium. By the end of the week, I want to be the largest single debt holder of Evan's entire supply chain. When they default, I will own them."

"Understood," Elena replied. "Also, I tracked Piper's schedule. She and Marion are heading to the Cartier flagship on Fifth Avenue this afternoon to pick out an engagement ring. I should also mention, our concierge service flagged that Mr. Cade Kramer has also reserved the adjacent VIP viewing room at Cartier for this afternoon."

Adeline's lips curved into a sharp, predatory smile. "Perfect. I need something to match my rubies. And it seems I might run into my new neighbor."

She waved down a black Uber SUV and climbed into the back. "Cartier, Fifth Avenue," she told the driver. She leaned back against the leather seats, ready to rip the fake heiress to shreds.