The High-Stakes Verdict: Crashing Into Silas Miller
Language: en
I’m a professional at making trouble, and Silas is a professional at cleaning it up. This time, I took his Bentley out for a spin and ended up rear-ending a Porsche. Now, I’m standing in the corner of our penthouse, facing the wall in a classic "time-out." He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Even if you’re my girl, Piper, every mistake carries a sentence." My heart hammered against my ribs. I know that when the glasses come off, a "private session" is coming. But when he started unbuckling his watch... I knew I was truly done for. Is it too late to run?