After my husband invoking the 'Last Call' protocol to please my female assistant

The day before our wedding anniversary, my husband, Derek Stone, sweet-talked me into transferring him fifty-two million dollars.

I was about to agree when, mid-auction, the custom-designed necklace from the British Royal Collection I was bidding on suddenly had its 'Lights Out' clause triggered.

Someone daring to challenge me in New York City was truly rare. Seething, I immediately upped my bid by another hundred million, vowing to make them crash and burn.

Just then, the door to my private box burst open. Several fierce-looking men stormed in, pressing me against the table.