Liana's Pov
I didn't sleep, I couldn't actually. My body was still under the blankets, but my mind remained situated on the edge of a war zone, fidgety and awake. At 5 a.m., I was up, dressed in a navy silk top and pants, and sitting at my desk, the folder Serena had left me open again. Every word of incriminating proof seared into memory. My fingers worked unseen, scanning, sorting, photographing, encrypting.
Cam was still asleep downstairs. My mother had risen early to pray, moving quietly and prayerfully along the corridor. I was glad for the silence that enveloped the house. It gave me time to prepare.
This was it. Jonathan had instructed his employees to set up overnight. The press was ready, and a press contact was to be given at 6:00 a.m. sharp. Legal documents, banking documents
