Broken Bones and Bad Checks

At the press conference, a heavy steel pipe swung toward Chloe Sterling's face. I threw myself forward and blocked it, shattering my right arm.

She was the billionaire heiress of the Sterling family, and my secret lover of two years. But right in front of the flashing cameras, all she did was toss a five-hundred-dollar bill at my chest.

"Take it for medical expenses," she sneered in front of the crowd, treating me like nothing more than an insolent chauffeur. "That should buy you a decent meal."