Snowfall

I smelled her on him before he even crossed the threshold—the subtle, cloying scent of my own hand cream on his skin. To the world, James Harrington is a titan of industry, the perfect husband in our Pacific Heights mansion. To me, he’s a man who mistakes my silence for weakness and my loyalty for a lack of options. He thinks he can replace me with my own half-sister and still keep the heirs he so desperately craves. But James forgot one thing: I didn’t just marry into this family for security; I learned how they play the game. He wants a legacy? I’ll give him one he’ll never forget, even if I have to burn the Harrington name to the ground to keep my children safe.