On the night Croft Industries went public, co-founder Elena Vasquez was—in a brutal, public act of destruction—stripped of everything she had built by her own husband, Julian. With fabricated evidence of embezzlement, a secretary—Mia—who had been working alongside her all along, and a board of directors that chose collective silence, seven years of her life’s work were reduced to utter disgrace in the time it took to finish a glass of champagne. Leaving her wedding ring atop the champagne tower, she walked out into the freezing rain, her palms stained with blood. In the parking lot, lurking in the shadows, waited Damian Cross—a shadowy tycoon she had defeated five years prior. Amidst blood, family crests, offshore shell companies, and SEC filings, the coldest hunt in Boston began—sparked by nothing more than a shard of broken glass.
