of the estate onto the polished marble floor as Barba

rehead, yet she held her chin high and kept her shoulders squared, shed

yer, a sharp, condescending voic

rs at the crack of dawn-what pathet

Cohen, sat at the head of the long dining table holding a bone

pearls gleaming coldly around her neck, Eleanor

k toward the front doors, wanting only

right

or slammed her teacup down onto

u could walk

kicked a plastic cleaning bucket-left waiting by the bottom of the s

rsonally oversee her pregnancy. Go scrub the sunlit guest suite on the second floor from top to bott

with cold fury. Ordering a legal wife to scrub a bedroom for her husba

or? Are you deaf?" Eleanor sna

ing off our name, and you haven't even given us a child! Now that Catina is carrying my

ling a cold, steady gaze at Eleanor

let's get one thing straight. I'm not your family's maid

swallowed every harsh word in silence for Keagan's

t tone with me, you un

across the face, just as she had threatened to

she caught Eleanor's wrist hard in midair and twisted just enough to

ave you gone com

gled, her well-maintained

ck, sending Eleanor stumbling two steps until she

chilling calm. "You're going to need it to wait on your son's mist

m her coat pocket, Barbara slapped the crisp pages down har

k letters reading *Divorce Agreement

ed a shaking finger at her. "Who do you think you are? Without the Cohen family

ut a short, h

about your precious son-before that woman plays him for a co

rbara gripped her suitcase handle and strode straig

the long driveway to the main road. Taking a deep breath of fres

nd typed out a short, formal resignation notice addre

tter - Barbara Burke*, she hit send and watch

gan's number, Eleanor's number, and every single

rb, and the driver stepped out to

Barbara reached into her bag and touched the dark blue leather passport case,

selected the next first-class flight to Dubai, an

ss her screen: *Transaction Failed. Your traveler profile has bee