Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways, #2)

by L.J. Shen

Then I remember the last thing he told me when we were at the morgue. How I was a gold digger who was probably happy to be rid of her rich husband. I decided to use his jadedness against him. “Fine.” I swat his hand away. “Fire me. See how that works out for you.” He gives me a once-over, trying to read between the lines. “Right, let me spell it out for you, in case your big ol’ brain can’t figure it out.” I put on my thickest accent, stubbing my chest with my finger. “This country bumpkin is gonna run to the nearest tabloid and sell her story. Don’t you know actresses? We’re a fame-seeking breed, Mr. Corbin. And what’d Andy Warhol once say? Ain’t no such thing as bad publicity.” I wink at him. “Plus, my story fits into the current cultural narrative like a glove to a hand. A rich, white, billionaire male going after a helpless widow just tryin’ to make it in the cruel Big Apple.” I press my palms together, looking heavenward. “Think about it. Our story is so juicy. Tongues would waggle for months! My loving husband caught with your fiancée, red handed, heading toward a romantic vacation in Paris. Why, I bet neither of us will be able to leave our apartment without getting caught by the paps!”