They even mentioned my siblings, Johnny, Paul, and Lily.

They called them accomplices in training.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, trying to breathe.

About three hours later, the sound of a car door closing outside made me run to the window.

A black sedan had parked near the side entrance, away from the reporters at the front gate.

Nathan stepped out, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and his coat rumpled.

I ran downstairs and met him at the back door.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could feel his heartbeat.

“Our lawyer got me out on bail,” he whispered into my hair.

“But the board is freezing my assets.”

“They are taking my keys to the office tomorrow.”

We walked into the small library, away from Eleanor’s rooms.

The fire had died down to embers, leaving the room cold and dim.

“She set us up,” I said, looking at him.

“She used fake bank accounts that she must have opened months ago.”

Nathan sat on the leather chair, his face buried in his hands.