Chapter 4 - The Pre-Nuptial TrapI drove back to the oceanfront hotel, my hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

When I opened the door to the bridal suite, Nathan was pacing near the window while Diane stood by the balcony glass.
Nathan spun around, his face dark with suppressed fury. âWhere were you?! Fifteen minutes turned into forty-five!â
âThe pharmacy was backed up,â I lied, stepping toward my suitcase with practiced composure.
Diane walked over, her eyes narrowing as she looked at my purse. âYou look pale, Clara. Is something wrong?â
âJust tired from the wedding,â I replied, forcing a soft smile. âLet's get to the beach house.â
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Nathanâs face instantly relaxed, that familiar, handsome charm washing over his features again. âGood girl. Everything is set. Once we get to the beach, weâll sign the final trust registration documents so we can start our new life.â
He had no idea that every single word he spoke was being recorded live by federal and county investigators parked in two unmarked vans across the street.
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