Laura Horowitz—no, that wasn’t right—Laura Augustus glanced around the luxurious sitting room at the many different faces of the world she had married into. Not willingly. No, her father had come home one day, sat her down, and told her that he had big plans for her. Whenever he had big plans for her, she knew they were lies. The truth was, he had big plans for himself. Not that she hated her father. Leon Horowitz was a scary man. Abandoned as a child, he grew up on the streets and fought his way out, earning himself a reputation and wealth that rivaled the mafia family she was currently sipping drinks with.No champagne, not for her. A bad experience on her eighteenth birthday put an end to her alcohol-drinking days. Now, she kept to water or juice. Nothing alcoholic.Not that she had a drink of her own. That would require the waiter to come close to her, and no one ever did that.Her husband, Johannes Augustus, stood near a bunch of men, talking, probably business, or perhaps they w
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