“Murdered for Madison? The Shocking Truth Behind Zoe’s Mother’s Death.”
“Gold-Digger,Saint or slut? New Evidence Paints a Darker Picture of Zoe’s mother.”
They were slandering her mother. Twisting her death into something ugly.
Her chest tightened, fingers curling into fists as her face twisted with rage.
“Let me take care of you,” Preston said, voice gentler now. “And the baby.”
Zoe’s eyes snapped to his, heart lurching.
“How do you know that?” she whispered, stepping back cautiously.
Preston’s smile didn’t fade.
“I make humans disappear,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Of course, I know everything about my clients.”
“Take my hand, Zoe. Don’t do this alone.”
I stared at his hand, my chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The weight of everything I’d lost, everything I was still carrying, crushed down on me.
I exhaled shakily, my fingers twitching at my sides.
“I… I don’t know what to think,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Preston didn’t move, didn’t push. He just waited.
Like he’d wait forever.
I took his hand, my fingers trembling as they slipped into his.
Preston’s face curved into a wicked smile, dark and triumphant.