The reason was, Cole Harrington didn’t expect to come home early that night. The gala had ended sooner than expected—a dull affair stuffed with wine, politics, and people who measured success in gold cuff links and tax shelters. He had smiled, nodded, signed a six-figure check for a children’s hospital, and left without a word.
It was nearing midnight when he stepped into his penthouse. He loosened his tie with one hand, the other pulling the door shut behind him as quietly as possible. He wanted silence, a drink—maybe just five minutes of stillness—before collapsing into a bed he hadn’t touched in four days. Instead, he barely made it past the hallway before someone grabbed him from behind. A hand clamped over his mouth. Cole froze. Instinct screamed to fight, but before he could react, a……Read Full Story Here………………
