Chapter 1
The first slap of my marriage wasn’t meant for me. It landed on my mother-in-law’s face before the champagne from our wedding night had even lost its fizz.
I froze in the doorway of the penthouse suite. My father-in-law, Arthur Vance, dropped his hand as his wife staggered against the marble console. My new husband, Luca, didn’t rush to help her. He just sighed. “Dad,” he muttered, as if Arthur had merely spilled a drink.
“Are you hurt?” I demanded, crossing the room.
Arthur perfectly blocked my path. “This is a strictly family matter.”
“I married into this family three hours ago.”
Luca grabbed my arm aggressively. “Jessi, stop.”
I pulled free and moved toward his mother. That was when Luca slapped me.
My head snapped sideways, the metallic taste of blood instantly filling my mouth. He leaned in close, his breath heavy with whiskey. “Stay out of my family’s business.”
I looked at the charming man who had cried during our vows. His hand was still raised to strike again. I caught it.
Three fast movements. Three sharp, undeniable cracks.
Luca’s scream tore through the suite as he dropped to his knees, clutching three broken fingers. Arthur lunged, but I locked eyes with him.
“Touch me,” I said with glacial calm, “and you’ll be explaining this to the police before sunrise.”
They thought I was bluffing. They made that fatal mistake because Luca had told them I was “just a compliance consultant.” He didn’t know my actual specialty was forensic financial investigation. I was the ghost who hunted down shell corporations and massive fraudulent transfers for the elite.
The next morning, I took my mother-in-law, Patricia, to the ER with a fractured cheekbone. As we waited, my phone buzzed.
From Arthur: Come home. We can make this disappear.
From Luca: You assaulted me. Sign the postnup Dad sends, and we won’t press charges.
I read both messages, a cold smile touching my lips. I looked at the fragile woman beside me. “How long has he been hitting you?”
May you like
Her hands shook violently. “Thirty-two years.”
I slowly opened my encrypted laptop, loading their corporate financial servers on my screen. “In that case… we aren’t making anything disappear.”
