Chapter 11: The Girl He Raised

Two hundred cameras. I walked out onto that stage in a black turtleneck with no makeup and no diamonds and no man beside me, and I have never in my life been less afraid. "My name is Nora Quinn," I said. "Yesterday you called me a purchase. Today I'd like to correct the record." Flashbulbs like lightning. "Eight years ago my mother was killed by a hit-and-run driver and I dropped out of Juilliard to raise my sister. Six months ago my fiancé, Marcus Vale, borrowed two hundred thousand dollars...