Chapter 4

I pretended to be completely oblivious to Richard's spying.

Life went on as usual—except suddenly, men started appearing everywhere.

The foundation's hot new lawyer came to the villa for a work update. We "accidentally" ended up way too close on the living room couch, and he "casually" brushed hair from my face.

The next day, the photographer I was working with came for promo shots. In the garden, he "couldn't help himself" and took my hand to show me how to pose.

The day after, a young artist from the charity gala brought over a portrait he'd painted of me.…