Cammy stood in the grand foyer of the Cross Estate as a silent technician secured a sleek, black anklet around her left ankle. It blinked once—alive—its GPS system now fully synced with the pre-approved zones she was allowed to travel to.
The cold click of the locking mechanism echoed louder than it should have.
It was official. Her house arrest had begun.
The first destination on her list? St. Anne's Home for Orphaned Children—the very place where she would serve out her two-year community sentence.
Though not behind bars, she felt the weight of her punishment with every step. But she'd made peace with it.
Greg had insisted on more than just a driver. He'd hired a full-time personal assistant, too—something Cammy hadn't expected, and certainly didn't ask for.
As they stood just outside the mansion's front doors, Cammy turned to him with a scowl softened by affection.
