At my birthday party, my husband tied me to a ceiling beam and wh*pped me thirty times because I had stained his mistress’s dress. “Maybe now you’ll learn your place,” he laughed while everyone watched. I didn’t cry. When they finally cut me down, I picked up my phone and called my five brothers. “Make his entire family beg for mercy,” I whispered. Then the front gates suddenly slammed shut.
My knees nearly gave way on the marble floor, but I forced myself to stand tall.
Isaac lifted his champagne glass toward the crowd.
“Party’s over, everyone.”
“No,” I whispered.
I walked steadily to the head table where my phone lay beside my purse.
Every eye in the room followed my movement.
I dialed Noah.
He answered on the very first ring.
“Flora?”
I looked straight at Isaac.
At Clover.
At Wendy.
At Isaac’s father, Arthur, who had spent the entire dinner boasting about the Vance family’s billion-dollar construction empire.
Then I said the exact words Isaac would remember for the rest of his life:
“Make his entire family beg for mercy.”
Silence descended on the ballroom.
Noah’s voice instantly shifted, dropping an octave into pure steel.
“What did he do to you, Flora?”
“I’ll explain when you arrive.”
Outside, the heavy iron front gates of the estate suddenly slammed shut with a deafening metallic clang.
Isaac frowned, looking toward the windows.
“What the hell?”
Outside, five black SUVs rolled slowly up the long brick driveway, flooding the ballroom with their high beams.
For the first time that evening, the arrogant smirk vanished from Isaac’s face.
I picked up my coat from the chair.
“You wanted me to learn my place, Isaac,” I told him softly.
“Now you’re about to learn yours.”..
What happens when Noah and the brothers walk through that door?
Will Isaac finally face what he’s done to Flora?
The ballroom doors opened slowly.
Noah walked in first.
