Chapter 140 - Willow

The party was stunning. This year's theme was Gold. The fiftieth anniversary of the Chase Foundation. I bit back the rage that wanted to fire from my mouth. It wasn't quite time.

Ryker scooted out of the limo, turned and helped me out. Paparazzi and the media were everywhere. The blinding glare of their flashes caused me to grip Ryker's hand so I could walk when I couldn't see where I was going. A long line of party waiters stood between the guests and the cameras.

"Willow Chase! How many years has it been since you've been to your parents' gala?" someone shouted.

"Willow! Who are you wearing?" a shrill female voice asked.

"Willow, where have you been hiding?"

"Ryker, do you have any comment on the police presence at Penn Towers?"

"Willow, where's your ex-husband?"

I clenched my hand in Ryker's as the last question landed. These vultures were only interested in eliciting a reaction. I was bound and determined that the only reactions they'd be getting from me was triumph