Landry
My life is perfect.
It has to be because he designed it that way.
I am just one shiny part in the Croft world—glittering like spun gold for all to see.
And they will.
It’s why I exist.
To be a trophy displayed to the world. Beautiful, polite, intelligent, poised, elegant. I’m everything he demands I be. Never do I argue or resist his impossible demands.
Why?
Because of Della.
She’s not perfect.
At least, not in his eyes.
To me, my little sister is everything. Funny and sassy and a little odd sometimes. She’s the realest thing in my life. The only thing that brings me true joy.
But for some reason, he hates her. With every fiber of his being. Nothing she does is even satisfactory in his eyes. She’s a burden—an embarrassment. And if it weren’t for my careful intervening, there’s no telling what would happen to her.
I suck in a deep breath and then exhale all the stress that comes with living in the Croft penthouse condo in the prestigious Hudson Yards neighborhood with one of New York’s most powerful men.
Our condo might be valued at nearly thirty million and always magazine perfect, but darkness lurks behind every shiny marble surface. This home is nothing more than a fancy nightmare. An illusion tied in a pretty bow.
My bedroom is where I spend most of my time. The floor-to-ceiling windows that make up an entire wall of my room are where I can escape while still trapped. The expansive views of the sparkling Hudson River and the Atlantic Ocean, eighty-eight floors above the ground, remind me that life is beautiful out there away from my harsh reality. Lady Liberty, that bitch, taunts me from afar, boasting of her freedom.
Turning away from the false getaway that my windows tease me with, I take in my room. Like the rest of our condo, my room is immaculate. Very little reveals me or my personality. Sleek white furniture, snowy white bedding, soft white rugs sitting on warm charcoal gray wood floors. No art or fancy decorations. No television or stereo. Nothing but my picture-perfect prison.
I’m a pretty doll in an even prettier dollhouse.
And he likes playing with his things.
Tonight, he’ll be home, back from a two-week business trip to Tokyo. All the tension I’d managed to unknot in that time has found its way back into the muscles of my neck, twisting me up with each passing second that’ll eventually bring me to the moment I’ll be forced to see him again.
“Miss Landry,” Noel chirps from the doorway, making me jolt in surprise. “Do you require my assistance?”
I blink several times as I steel my spine. I can’t afford to let my guard down even for a second. Not because I’m afraid of Noel, but because I need to be ready for him. Lifting my chin, I give Noel a polite smile.
“Yes, please.” I motion toward the silky, golden Georgio Armani textured drape dress laid out on my bed, an exquisite blip on the otherwise perfect white comforter. “I always have trouble with the zippers.”
Eager to help, Noel scurries into my bedroom, a small smile curling her lips up. I like Noel, and in another life, we could be friends. But we’re not in another life. We’re in this one. Here, she’s paid help and not allowed anything more. I’m curious what her life consists of outside the Croft penthouse. Does she have children or a husband or hobbies?
“Mr. Croft likes this color on you,” Noel says, her voice reassuring. “I’m sure he’ll have missed you dearly.”
I try not to wince at her words. He will have missed me and he will like this dress. I’ll be everything that he’s groomed me to be—perfect.
It’s Della he won’t have missed dearly.
Della who will be the recipient of his scornful glares and scathing remarks.
Clearing my throat, I attempt to ready myself for his arrival. There is no room for jittery nerves or a twisting stomach. I have to be strong and distracting so Della flies under the radar. Sure, we’ve had a much-needed break from him, but he’s back in town, which means it’s business as usual.
All playfulness will be gone. Our movie and popcorn nights in her room will cease to exist. The treats Noel sometimes smuggles in for us will discontinue under his watchful eye. Della’s sleeping in my bed will be no more. We’ll have to watch our backs, which means always being on guard.
Even the staff is rigid once more. They’ve been whisking around all day, readying the condo for his arrival. His security detail lets us bend the rules while he’s gone, as long as we don’t leave the condo. But with his return they’ll be strict and smothering again.
“Is Della dressed?” I ask as I slip out of my clothes down to my undergarments.
“In the buttercup dress that makes her green eyes pop.”
I nod and exhale a slight breath of relief. “She didn’t fight you for the purple one?”
“Oh,” Noel confides, “she did, but I’m twenty years her senior and outweigh her a tad.”
The air between us is light, but I can’t afford to be playful. Not this close to his arrival. Imagining a six-year-old trying to bully a twenty-something is quite comical, yet I’m not laughing.
“Her shoes match?” I ask, ignoring her teasing and push forward.
“Yes, ma’am.” She offers my dress to me, to which I step into and then turn so that she’ll zip me up.
“Hair?”
“She looks beautiful, Miss Landry. Please don’t worry.”
Am I that transparent?
“Remember your place, Noel.” My words come out sharp, stinging like a whip on flesh, making her flinch violently.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Noel’s freckled face turns crimson like that of her strawberry-blonde hair that’s pulled tight into a bun. I hate that I’ve been rude to her, especially since she’s been so kind to us in his absence, but I’m walking a fine line with my emotions tonight. If she knocks me off my game, even slightly, there’s no telling how that will play out for Della.
Please be a dutiful, sweet girl tonight, Della. Please.
“I can finish on my own,” I clip out in a cool voice that sounds so much like him. “You’re dismissed. Send Della my way.”
“Miss Ellis is with her.”
I nearly recoil at the mention of Sandra’s name. Sandra Ellis is our house manager and fills in the nanny role, when required, for Della. Neither Della nor I can stand that meddling tattletale witch.
“Send her anyway,” I grind out. “Tell Miss Ellis she is relieved from her duties for the evening.”
She nods once and then hurries from the room leaving me to my twisting gut. My makeup is painted on expertly and my silky, golden hair is pinned loosely so that tendrils escape, framing my angelic face.
That’s what he says.
I have the face of an angel.
Twisting my features into a scowl, I appreciate, for a moment, that I’m not the perfect girl he’s molded me to be. Sometimes, the real me can escape, even if only for a brief glimpse in the mirror.
After indulging myself for a few seconds, I relax my features and neutralize my expression. All the simmering anger that’s ever-present will have to be pushed back down and covered by the lid of pretend.
One day, I won’t have to pretend.
But, for at least the next twelve years, I’ll be an actress, playing a part in this ridiculous play because at the end of it, I’ll take Della far away from here. She’ll be eighteen and the law won’t force her to be his prisoner anymore. We’ll live a life filled with laughter and freedom and happiness. This hell will become a distant memory.
Glancing at the clock, I take note of the time. Della still hasn’t shown up, which means Sandra is keeping her for some reason. Dinner, when he’s home, always starts at seven which means I’ll need to finish up and locate Della myself before he arrives. Quickly, I rummage around in my jewelry box, overlooking Mom’s old rings and necklaces, before seeking out the bracelet he gave me on my eighteenth birthday last March.
I hate this bracelet. I hate him. Yet, I slide it onto my wrist and turn my arm, watching the light glint off the gold.
“You look stunning,” a deep voice rumbles from the doorway. “A spitting image of your mother.”
Every hair on my body crackles to life and stands on end as if awoken by dark energy clouding around me. His familiar voice alone is enough to tell me who is prowling into my bedroom, but when I catch whiff of his expensive cologne scent, it solidifies the answer.
Daddy’s home.
“Thank you, Dad,” I say, flashing him an ear-splitting grin. “We’ve missed you.”
He opens his arms, waiting for me to greet him with a hug. I walk into his strong grip. His embrace is brief before he quickly lets go of me. A wolfish, calculating smirk tugs at his lips as he holds up a fisted hand.
If Della were here, that fist would be a weapon.
But, for me, his beloved older daughter, it’s a gift.
It wasn’t always this way. I’ve just gotten really good at performing perfectly for the most vicious critic in the world.
“You brought me something?” I bounce on my toes in girlish eagerness despite the sourness in my gut. “I can’t wait to see.”
He lets loose a rumbling chuckle. “You’re spoiled, sweetheart.”
My smile falters and it takes effort to tighten the muscles, forcing it to stay in place. “You spoil me,” I sass back. “It’s your fault.”
Pleased with my words, he twists his hand and uncurls his fingers to open his palm. Sitting like a coiled golden snake, a necklace shimmers beneath the overhead light. His gifts feel like weights, dragging me to the bottom of the abyss—a constant reminder of why he gives them.
“It’s so pretty,” I breathe, reaching for the dainty necklace.
“So impatient,” he chides. “Allow me. Turn around.”
Swallowing down my unease, I twist and face the window. In the reflection, Dad towers over me, a menacing presence. With gentle, delicate movements, he unclasps the necklace and then reaches around me to dangle it in front of my face.
“How was Tokyo?” I ask, trying and failing to keep the shakiness from my voice.
“After several days of negotiations, we finally came to an agreement on the building purchase price. The sale went through without issue and it’s officially mine. Croft Gaming and Entertainment will now have a presence in Asia.” His fingers brush along the outside of my neck as he brings the clasps together behind my neck. “It’s a multi-billion-dollar expansion that’s turning the heads of some impressive people, specifically in this city.”
“Incredible,” I murmur. “Congratulations.”
“With the money I’ll make from this global expansion, maybe I can retire. Sell the company and spend more time with my daughter.” He kisses the top of my head. “What do you say?”
My knees quake but I keep them locked. Spending all hours of every day with him would be an absolute nightmare for me and Della both.
“I see a lot of trips to Greece in our future,” I tease, unable to fully hide the terror in my tone. “Della loves traveling.”
The air grows chilly at the mention of my sister. Immediately, I regret my words. What did I just do? Did I screw up everything over a few misspoken words?
“Perhaps,” Dad says icily. “Or perhaps we’ll find a sitter. She can be quite…unruly. Vacations aren’t meant to be spoiled by unruly children.”
I swallow down the bile creeping up my throat. Now is not the time for weakness. I’m here, rather than away at college, because of her. Because she needs me. I am the wall between them. Her only line of defense. I’ll be damned if I crumble now.
“Will we be having another costume party this year for your birthday? You’ve been so busy with work, so…” I trail off, hoping to change the subject from Della to something that brings my father joy. Himself.
Predictably, his rigidness melts away and a smile crawls across his face. “There’s always time for a Croft party, my love. Have you thought about what you’ll dress up as?”
“A princess.”
“You’re a princess every day.” He chuckles, his dark blue eyes twinkling. “You’ll think up something clever. You always do.”
Dad cups my cheek and winks at me before striding out of my bedroom. The air that I’d been struggling to breathe rushes in and out of my lungs in ragged pants. Tears prickle at my eyes.
There’s no time to have a mental breakdown.
Not now. Not ever.
I have to protect her.
Always.
With one last exhalation, I lift my chin, affix my practiced smile, and set out on my mission to play a complicated game against a cruel, hateful man…my father.