Helen was frantically tearing through her wardrobe, her breath coming in ragged hitches, when the massive 85-inch television in her bedroom snapped to life of its own accord. She screamed, dropping a silk gown as the blaring theme of a national news network filled the room.
"BREAKING NEWS: SCANDAL AT THE HEART OF ROYAL," the anchor's voice boomed.
Helen froze, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The screen flickered to a high-definition photo of Lucas—not the proud executive he had been, but a grainy, terrifying mugshot-style image.
