# He Auctioned My Wedding Gown in Front of Manhattan. By Midnight, I Owned Everything He Thought Was His.

across the back and fastened with diamonds at the throat. She had styled her hair the way I wore mine at the wedding.

The imitation was not exact.

It was worse.

It was intentional.

Grant watched Adrian place one hand near my back as we descended the stairs. He did not touch me, but the possibility was enough.

Camille approached with a smile.

“Evelyn. I’m continue reading …