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“I just came to get Connor.” Avery looked over Julia's shoulder. “Carter was supposed to drop her off two hours ago and he’s not answering his cell.”

“So?” Julia asked, placing a haughty hand on her slim hip.

“He can't keep doing this,” Avery said, but regretted it as soon as she did. She had to remember the less she said to Julia, the less she would have to listen to Julia talk back.

“Actually he can.” Julia offered a flat smirk as she tilted her head. “She's his daughter too.”

“I know that,” Avery answered. “But….Look, Julia, just let me in so I can get her.”

Avery took a step forward, but Julia didn't move. “She isn't here.”

“Where is she?” Avery was starting to get worried. Carter had failed to stick to the terms of their custody agreement often, but usually she could find him here or… “Is she at Chase Mansion?”

Chase Mansion was the family home in View Park and it was famous all over the country because of who lived inside of it. Despite its modest size for the family's wealth, the elegantly designed 15,000 square foot red brick and white columned masterpiece had graced the cover of several home, design, society and celebrity magazine and website. Its seven bedrooms, nine baths, exercise, game, media rooms, library and more intrigued everyone. Avery had experienced an endless amount of awkward, uncomfortable moments in that home.

“I don’t have to tell you,” Julia said.

Avery's hands clenched into fists at her sides. She tried to be civil, but Connor was where she drew the line. “Fine, then I’ll go there myself.”

“You shouldn't,” Julia said just as Avery turned away. She waited for her to turn back. “You're not welcomed there. He'll bring her to you when he’s done.”

“Done with what?” Avery asked.

Julia shrugged. “With whatever. Really, Avery, I have a big wedding in five months. I’m very busy so I can't keep track of him all the time.”

That wasn't subtle and was successful at reminded Avery that she had been only six months from marrying Carter when she left him, and in her heart, she was only seconds from marrying him just six months ago. Now he was marrying Julia and that was that.

Avery didn't bother to say goodbye. She just turned and walked away. She heard the door slam behind her, but never took her eyes off the elevator door in front of her. Julia wasn't her problem; Carter was and he was getting worse.

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Kimberly Chase was lounging her long, model-figure body on the soft chair on the patio near the pool of her house. It was dark out, so the lights from inside the large pool surrounded by expensive Gavea reflected the ripples in the water around the back area of the Tuscan-inspired 6,000 square foot Hollywood Hills home. She felt at peace and this was a rare thing; a gift that she never thought she could ever get again.

Just as she lifted the glass of raspberry martini to her lips, the cell phone on the circular table next to her began to vibrate. She contemplated whether or not she wanted to interrupt her peace, but when she saw who it was, decided to answer it. It was her money man.

“It's kind of late for a business call, Glenn.” She placed the drink down.

“Mrs. Chase,” he answered with his middle-class British accent. “My clients pay me a lot of money to forget nine to five. I thought you might want to hear this.”

“It's Ms. Chase,” she corrected, “and as long as it isn't bad news, I'll listen.”

“I've rearranged the money from your divorce settlement as you asked. I'm glad you decided to get back into the riskier market. I really do believe the stock market is safe again. You stand to make millions.”

“I just don’t want to lose the millions I have,” Kimberly said.

Her millions were precious to her because Kimberly didn't think she’d actually get them. Being Mrs. Michael Chase wasn't a dream come true because a girl with her past didn't dream of anything but surviving. Leaving an abusive home in Detroit at fifteen, she worked the streets for two years before using one of her Johns to hitch a free ride to New York where she cashed in on her exceptional beauty and became a model. She hadn't known she’d hit the jackpot when she met and had a one night stand with the younger son of King Chase. All she knew was that there was a fire about Michael that drew her to him as if by nature.

It was love at first sight for both of them, but she thought she had ruined her chance when she found out she was pregnant. But unlike most men in her life, Michael didn't leave. He stayed and wanted to marry her. He went to the ends of the earth to hide her past before introducing her to his parents. It didn't matter. Even though they never knew about the seedier sides of her past, she would never be good enough.

Her mother-in-law, Janet Chase, made her life a miserable hell. She wanted Kimberly out so she could be replaced with a suitable woman to bear the Chase last name. Their battles reached levels neither had expected. Things got so out of control, it began to harm the marriage that Kimberly woke up every morning having to pinch herself to believe. An unbelievable sexy, handsome, smart, successful and rich guy loved her and she had the two most perfect twin boys in the world. She was living the high life everyday except for the fact that she was never allowed to forget that she didn't belong.

She’d made mistakes and her marriage began to show cracks. She had assumed that Michael loved her more than anything, but found he loved his father’s approval more than anything. Steven Chase was a man among men and he never let his boys forget it. While the eldest son, Carter, had found a way to get out from under Steven’s shadow, Michael hadn't and Kimberly’s desire not to be the cause of more strife between Michael and Steven made her make bad decisions. The worst decision was to not tell Michael that her pimp, David, had come to Los Angeles to extort money from her with the threat of exposing her past and embarrassing a family that was already always under the microscope. David proved more than she could handle. His demands continued to escalate, and even though she had slept with him to make him leave, he wouldn't. When he threatened to put a tape of them having sex, Kimberly could no longer bare it, there was a struggle and he was dead.

She was a Chase, so it was all covered up. This family was expert at keeping scandals from the public and overcoming those that seeped through their hands. There was never a moment when they weren’t actively trying to keep their appearances of perfection up. A lot had been done that was wrong, but murder, even though it was in self-defense, was the last straw.