After my Uncle Julian got with Skyler, the sister who framed me, I drove him absolutely mad with regret

1.

Five years into working at The Skyline Club, I found myself arrested and taken to the police station.

Three days later, in the interrogation room, I saw Julian Vance, whom I hadn’t seen in five years.

"Ms. Hayes, I'm Julian Vance, your attorney here to bail you out."

I looked up at the man before me.

He wore a perfectly tailored, crisp Kiton suit, an Aurora diamond fountain pen clipped to his chest pocket.

Golden-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and his gaze swept over me from behind the lenses.

Calm, professional.

"Julian."

I froze.