My name is Anthony Romano. What Preston Whitfield IV didn’t know was that his family’s $4.2 million mansion was mortgaged through my bank.…
That one sentence, “She can be too sensitive about these things sometimes,” felt like a betrayal all on its own. He wasn’t protecting…
The Stain on the Marble The silence that fell over the private dining area of the Four Seasons Hotel was more deafening…
I was standing at the bus stop, holding a small suitcase and a slip of paper that bore the address of the nursing…
That first night was a surreal haze of muted chaos and gut-wrenching discoveries. After I managed to get the children to let go…
The midday sun beat mercilessly upon the terrace of Le Ciel, but the magnate Eduardo Mendoza felt none of its heat. His gaze…
Eduardo Mendoza possessed everything money could buy. At fifty-two, he commanded an empire of twelve restaurants and three luxury hotels. His sprawling home…
Rodion had been a brilliant programmer, a man who saw the world in layers of logic and code. He knew his mother’s greed…
—Get out of here! This place is not for a dirty shoeshine boy like you! —I will buy this building and see who…
The Taste of Poisoned Anticipation Arseny Gradov, a fortress of a man whose name was synonymous with a vast construction empire, stood…