Chapter 48
MADISON
Agorgeous, well-dressed woman with impossibly high heels pushed past me in the entryway. She stopped to look down her perfect nose at me.
I recognized her condescending demeanor from the gallery at the trial.
I grasped the lapels of my borrowed terry cloth robe. “Who are you?”
She chuckled as she pulled a gold diamond-encrusted compact from her purse and then a tube of Chanel lipstick.
She touched up both overly filled lips and gave the mirror a duck-lip pout, running her tongue over her perfectly white teeth before barely glancing over her shoulder at me. “I’m the woman Pierce desperately wants to marry. The one he will be thinking about every time he sleeps with you.”
My hand pressed against my stomach, trying to stop the nauseous twisting.
It was ludicrous.
This was good news.
My escape.
And yet…
The woman shrugged one elegant shoulder.
“Poor thing. I had to turn him down.” Her gaze swept over me. “I couldn’t possibly be with a man who slums it with the lower class. He is just going to have to settle for someone more…common.”
My foot shifted back as I physically recoiled from the vile woman.
With a flip of her hair, she tossed her compact into her purse. It clinked against something that sounded like glass.
She then smoothed her hand over her dress before giving me a final dismissive glance. “You may want to check on him. The poor thing was utterly devastated—I’m afraid he may harm himself, not that anyone could blame him. Losing me and then having to settle for you, it has to be devastating.”
Pivoting on her spiked heels, she sauntered out the front door with a swing of her hips. Her obnoxious perfume clung to the air in her wake.
The servants and that hovering butler were nowhere in sight. Like animals scattering after sensing a disturbing change in the atmosphere.
Uncertain what to do next, I surveyed my surroundings.
There was the library where I had been unceremoniously deposited when I first arrived.
Across from it, through the wide, arched doorway, was an old-fashioned parlor with rich tapestry upholstered chairs and brightly polished mahogany furniture with brass handles and claw feet.
Reluctantly, I turned toward the darkened hallway which led off from the entryway. I twisted my fingers and hesitated, weighing whether I should explore the creepy corridor.
If what that horrible woman had said was true, then Pierce would be in a black mood and likely to take it out on me.
Would he be violent like his brother? Or would he be worse?
On the other hand, perhaps I could convince him that letting me go would increase his chances of winning back the woman he truly loved. If he wanted to be with that Hamptons version of a mean girl, I was not gonna stand in his way.
No, it was Pierce who framed me for murder.
Pierce, who was holding me captive in this monstrous gothic mansion.
Pierce, who had ruined my life.
There was no reason why I should believe anything he said.
I wasn’t even entirely convinced that Jameson was really alive, and this wasn’t just another one of Pierce’s games to off-balance me.
Throwing my shoulders back, I stormed down the corridor, swinging my head from left to right to glance into the interior of each room, searching for Pierce.
Three doors down, there was a closed door.
I bit my lip and reached out to grasp the crystal and brass handle. Before turning it, I glanced down both sides of the hallway, expecting that horrible butler to appear magically with a red-mottled face to scream at me for trying to enter a private room where I was not welcome.
He probably had strict orders to keep me locked in the Blue Room.
Tightening my gut against the sick feeling in my stomach, I slowly turned the knob, wincing when the metal bolt slid open.
I held my breath as I listened for a shout of indignation.
There was only silence.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I pushed the door open a few inches…then a few inches more.
The overwhelming scent of rose and ylang-ylang tickled my nose. This must be the room where that woman met with Pierce. Her heavy perfume lingered.
My fingers went numb as I gripped the doorknob harder.
There was an unnatural stillness to the room.
Perhaps it was empty.
You may want to check on him. The poor thing was utterly devastated—I’m afraid he may harm himself.
He wouldn’t…would he?
Oh, god!
No longer worried about the consequences of snooping around, I swung the door wide open.
Pierce was in a chair by the fire.
His body slumped over at an awkward angle.
I froze, blinking rapidly.
He was my tormentor. My ruin. And my salvation.
In a horrible flash, I realized I didn’t want him to die.
With a scream, I raced across the room and fell to my knees. “Pierce!”