Chapter 5

Arthur’s POV.

The cabin door of the Gulfstream G650 clicked shut, sealing out the freezing Boston wind. 

"Arthur! Over here!" 

I turned. Lily was curled up on the plush leather sofa, a glass of vintage champagne in her hand. She wore a pristine white Chanel tweed set. 

"Look at this," she chirpe...

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