Smarty Pants...

I always knew the world of a billionaire wasn’t a bed of roses, they also had thorns on their sticks but what I didn’t know was why I was always the target. Whoever sent that gift box meant for me to be scared and even though the bones were fake, it still did a number on me. Not the scared part, the angry part. I was furious that someone would go to such lengths to try and scare me after all the shit I had gone through.

“Do you have any idea who might want to hurt you?” Detective Wallice, who had helped them find me when I was kidnapped, asked and I raised a brow in response.

Ethan and I were sitting in my office, as the detectives wanted to see us both. Ethan and I sat on one of the couches while the detectives, Wallice and Carol sat opposite us. I had suggested we have the meeting in my office in case anyone tried to pull a second scare sham and they all willingly agreed.

“Well, seeing as Shawn and David are still sitting in a jail cell, and Marley is God knows where, I really do no