Chapter 34

Jason lowered his eyes, gazing at the woman in his arms.

Just moments ago, they had been so entwined, caught in the intensity of the moment. It was as though they needed nothing and no one but each other.

But in a heartbeat, she had turned cold, and now she was discussing terms as if nothing had happened.

Heather remained leaning against his chest, her fingers playing idly with the buttons on his shirt. "Jason, you know my father never liked me. He never planned to leave me a cent of his fortune. I've always felt insecure about that."

She continued, "But now, I have a chance to inherit everything from the Jenner family—and maybe even from the Vanders too."

She looked up, her soft lips kissing his chin as she added, "You'll help me, won't you? I need to stand tall, so when the day my father is released from prison comes, he can't make my life miserable. So that my mother and I can live with dignity."

Her arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him as if she were weak and