Angielski
DISMANTLING THE ELITE: Book One
He ended it in fourteen minutes.
He should have taken longer. He should have wondered, in those fourteen minutes, what a woman like Clara Vance does with two years of his secrets and a quiet afternoon.
He did not wonder. Men like Julian Sterling never do.
Six weeks later, he stood under the chandeliers of his family's ballroom and announced his engagement to a pharmaceutical heiress. Three hundred people applauded. One did not.
She stood at the back, behind the third column, in a dress bought for an evening that no longer existed. She did not weep. She did not lift the glass in her hand.
She watched.
And somewhere between the toast and the kiss, she began.
A slow-burning novel of betrayal, blackmail, and the cold mathematics of revenge, set among the surgeons and pharmaceutical heirs of Manhattan's Upper East Side. For readers who have grown tired of the heroine forgiving him in the last chapter.
