Though I was the one asking Oswald to name his price, I couldn't help the knot of dread tightening around my chest.
With his reputation as heinous, greedy, lustful and scheming, I dreaded to think what the price might be.
But then, I'd trade with the devil as long as I could put her in her place and make Bruce not care a damn about her.
He hadn't said it out loud, but I had noticed how he still wanted her smile, how he wanted her close, how he wanted to hold her in his bosom.
When he said he was discussing the design, I knew he was protecting her; but telling her that would only feed her pride.
Though I was the heiress and first daughter of Norton household, pampered and held in my parents' palms, yet the fact that she had always overshadowed me at every turn was a score I long wanted to settle.
And the opportunity couldn't be any other time than now.
"Miss Phina Norton," he called coldly, "are you sure you want me to name my price?"
