News articles popped up one after another — investors pulling out, stock prices crashing, and reporters camping outside Travis’s house. Madison’s name trended alongside his, their pictures plastered everywhere like a public execution.
Zoe’s lips curled into a faint smile.
She shut the laptop, slipped on her sunglasses, walked out of the apartment and stepped onto the dock. The boat rocked gently beneath her as she climbed aboard, the salt air sharp and freeing.
She took one last look at the distant city skyline, her past burning to the ground.
I am dead to the whole world ..
She exhaled shakily.
“Rough night Zoe?”
Zoe’s body stiffened. She turned slowly, her heart pounding against her ribs.
Standing on the deck was an incredibly handsome man — sharp jaw, dark eyes that seemed to pierce straight through her, and a confident stance that screamed power.
“I don’t know who Zoe is,” she said, her voice sharp and controlled. “My name is Emily.”
The man’s mouth curved into a faint smirk.
“I own the company that made you disappear,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets like he had all the time in the world. “Preston Urie. Madison’s ex-boyfriend. And Travis’s biggest competitor.”