There was an unwritten rule among the Capital's elite circle.

When a man's new lover wanted to claim her place, the woman she was replacing had to remove the Matriarch's Jade Ring in front of everyone and slide it onto the new woman's finger herself.

The day Mick Gilbert brought Olympia Fox home, every socialite in the Capital was waiting for me to tear his house apart.

I had been at Mick's side for seven years. For that ring, I'd knelt in the Gilbert family's ancestral hall for three days and three nights. I'd even taken a bayonet blade for him.

Everyone was certain I would never give up my place without a fight.

But when Olympia walked up to me in her million-dollar couture, all doe-eyed innocence, and held out her hand—

I didn't make a scene. I calmly slipped the warm jade ring from my finger and placed it on hers.

Mick stood nearby, swirling his wine glass, his eyes full of arrogance and satisfaction.

"Jill Weiss Chambers. You've finally learned your place."

I lowered my gaze to my bare ring finger and said nothing.

What Mick didn't know was this:

A month ago, every memory I'd lost had come flooding back.

I was the true-born daughter of the Weiss family—the wealthiest dynasty in Harbor Bay—missing for seven years.

In three days, my eldest brother's private fleet of jets would land in the Capital to take me home.

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The Gilbert estate glittered that evening, its grand hall packed with silk gowns and designer suits.

Olympia Fox raised her hand, showing off the Matriarch's Jade Ring to the circle of socialites around her.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by pitying, mocking glances cast toward the corner where I stood.

Mick Gilbert sat at the head of the table, his gaze drifting toward me every now and then.

Once Olympia had soaked up enough admiration, she picked up a champagne flute and sauntered over.

Her eyes dropped to my neck.

There, against my collarbone, hung an extraordinarily rare pink diamond necklace. Three years ago, on my birthday, Mick had bid eighty million dollars for it at Sotheby's.

Olympia let out a soft laugh and leaned close to my ear.

"Jill, since you've already handed over the ring, don't you think it's a little inappropriate for you to still be wearing the lady of the house's jewelry?"

She reached for the necklace.

I stepped back.

Olympia used the momentum to tilt the champagne flute in her hand.

Pale gold liquid splashed across the front of my silk gown.

A sharp crack followed as the glass slipped from her fingers and shattered across the marble floor.

Olympia immediately clutched the back of her hand, her eyes flooding red, fat tears rolling down her cheeks in an instant.

"Jill, I just thought the necklace was pretty and wanted a closer look. If you didn't want to show me, you could've just said so. Why did you have to push me?"

The music stopped.

Every pair of eyes in the hall turned toward us.

For the past seven years, any woman who tried to get close to Mick or provoke me had been thrown out without mercy. I had once shoved a starlet's face into a cake in front of the entire Capital's elite for trying to crawl into his bed.

Mick crossed the hall in long strides and pulled Olympia behind him.

He looked down at the faint red mark on the back of her hand, and his brow furrowed tight.

"Jill, what the hell is wrong with you? Olympia just got back to the country. Why are you going after her?"

His voice dripped with undisguised favoritism and reproach.

I stared at that face—the face I had once loved down to the marrow of my bones—and felt a dull ache deep in my chest.

I drew a slow breath and forced the sting behind my eyes back down.

I didn't explain. I didn't lose my temper.

I lifted my hands, reached behind my neck, and unclasped the Pink Diamond Necklace.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone in the room, I held it out to Olympia.

"You like it? Then it's yours. I lost my footing just now. I'm sorry."

Mick went rigid.

A flash of disbelief crossed his eyes, and his brow furrowed deeper than before.

Olympia froze too. She even forgot to keep crying.

I pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the wine from my hands, then crouched down.

I picked up the shards of glass from the floor one by one, bare-handed, and dropped them into the trash bin nearby.

When I was done, I stood and looked at Mick.

"My clothes are stained. I'm going upstairs to change."

I turned and walked toward the second floor, my spine perfectly straight.

His gaze stayed glued to my back the entire way.

Back in the bedroom, I shut the door.

I leaned against it and closed my eyes.

Seven years of devotion. Today, that chapter was finally over.

The phone on the nightstand lit up.

An encrypted message from Russ Weiss.

"Jill, the flight route has been approved. The Weiss family's security detail will arrive in the Capital in three days. Whatever the Gilberts owe you, I'll make them pay back tenfold. A hundredfold."

I stared at the message. My eyes burned with heat.

The bedroom door swung open without warning.

Mick strode in on those long legs, his sharp gaze locking onto the phone in my hand.

He crossed the room in three steps and snatched it away.

The screen went dark at that exact moment.

He didn't try to unlock it. He tossed it onto the soft carpet like it was nothing.

Then he reached out and gripped my chin, forcing my face up toward his.

"Downstairs just now. Why didn't you put up a fight?" His tone was probing, almost suspicious.

I met his eyes. My voice was flat, without a single ripple of emotion.

"You've always said my temper is too much. That I should learn to be more generous. I gave her the jade ring and the necklace. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

Something complicated flickered through his gaze.

He released my chin, wrapped both arms around my waist, and pulled me against his chest.

He smelled of faint tobacco and Olympia's perfume.

The two scents tangled together, and my stomach turned.

Mick lowered his head, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Jill, I know today was hard on you. Olympia's older sister was crippled saving my life years ago. I owe it to her to take care of Olympia."

"As long as you behave yourself and stay in line, there will always be a place for you in the Gilbert family. You'll still be the woman who's been by my side the longest."

He was making me a promise. Delivered from on high, like charity tossed to a beggar.

He actually expected me to be grateful.

A frantic knock came from outside the door.

Olympia's delicate voice drifted through the wood.

"Mick, my chest hurts all of a sudden. Can you come be with me?"

His arms dropped from my waist instantly.

Not a second of hesitation. He turned to leave.

At the doorway, he paused and looked back.

"There's a charity gala tomorrow night. I'm bringing Olympia. She just got back to the country and doesn't have a proper gown." His eyes swept over me, utterly matter-of-fact. "That Starlight couture piece in your closet. Have the housekeeper take it to Olympia tomorrow so it can be altered to fit her."

I stared at him in disbelief.

That Starlight gown. Five years ago, when we first made things official, he had flown in a top French designer to create it for me, tailored to every measurement of my body.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine crystals, hand-set along the hem.

I had treated that dress like a treasure. I wouldn't even let the housekeepers touch it.

Once, a new maid had snuck it out to try on. The moment I found out, I had her dismissed and sent packing from the Capital entirely.

Mick had praised me for it at the time. He said what was mine was mine, and no one else had the right to lay a finger on it.

Now he'd asked me, straight to my face, to give that gown to Olympia.

My fingers curled inward, nails digging so deep into my palms they nearly drew blood.

I looked at Mick's expression, so utterly matter-of-fact, and slowly nodded.

"Fine. I'll have someone deliver it tomorrow."

Mick held my gaze for a long moment, then pushed the door open and walked out.

From the hallway came the soft murmur of his voice, gentle and soothing, comforting Olympia. Then the click of the neighboring room's door shutting behind them.

I turned and walked to the desk. Pulled open the drawer. Took out a desk calendar.

I picked up a red marker and drew a heavy X over today's date.

Two more days until Russ came for me.

I peeled off the wine-stained gown and stepped into the bathroom.

Warm water streamed over my body.

I stared at the pale face in the mirror.

Mick Gilbert, seven years ago you pulled me from that car wreck and gave me a second life.

For seven years, I took knives for you. I handled the things you couldn't let see the light of day. I managed the Gilbert household so you never had to.

We stopped owing each other a long time ago.

The next morning.

I followed Mick's instructions and had the maid deliver the Starlight couture gown to Olympia's room.

Olympia made a point of having her door left wide open.

As I passed through the hallway, I saw her in front of the mirror, twirling in the gown that clearly didn't fit her, the fabric bunching and pulling in all the wrong places.

She picked up a pair of scissors and, without a second's hesitation, cut away the most intricate panel of crystal-beaded tulle from the hem.

"This design is so dated. It'll look better shorter." Olympia pouted at the maid standing beside her.

The maid stole a cautious glance toward me in the doorway and said nothing.

I didn't stop. I walked straight to the kitchen.

Mick had drunk heavily the night before. He had a serious stomach condition, and after every night of heavy drinking, he needed a bowl of specially prepared herbal stomach-healing soup.

For seven years, I'd been the one to brew it for him by hand.

I stood at the stove, watching the liquid roll and simmer inside the clay pot.

This was the last time I would ever make this for him.

I ladled the soup into a thermal flask, set it on a tray, and carried it toward Mick's study.

The study door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear Mick talking with his childhood friend, Zachary Delgado.

I was about to raise my hand and knock when Zachary's voice carried through the gap, clear as day.

"Mick, don't you think you went too far this time? You took back the jade ring, gave away the necklace, and now you've handed the Starlight gown to Olympia. Jill followed you for seven years. She'd have laid down her life for you. Are you really trying to push her out the door?"

My hand froze. I stood perfectly still.

Mick's voice came next, cold and detached.

"Where would she go? She's an orphan who can't even remember her own past. Besides the Gilbert family, she has nowhere."

"I've spoiled her too much these seven years. Her temper's gotten out of control. Olympia just came back. Jill needs to learn her place."

"I'm going to strip that pride right off her bones. Make her understand who the real master of this house is. Once she accepts reality and falls in line, I'll keep a room for her here. She'll be fed and clothed. She should be grateful."

Zachary sighed.

"You keep humiliating her like this, aren't you afraid she'll actually give up on you?"

Mick let out a laugh, quiet and dripping with contempt.

"Give up? The greatest skill Jill Chambers has ever possessed is clinging to me like a vine. She can't survive without me."

The tray tilted slightly in my hands.

A few drops of scalding soup splashed over the rim and landed on the back of my hand.

The skin swelled red instantly.

I didn't feel a thing.

I looked at that carved wooden door, still slightly ajar, and set the tray down on the console table outside.