Falling for the Disgraced Heir
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nd the endless chatter of the city's elite-it was j
uxedos and glittering gowns. Her feet ached from twelve hours of double shifts, but she forced her lips
his hand brushing too close to her waist. Julia shifted
e velvet curtain toward the staff ar
h, Bra
oad-shouldered, dressed in an undone tuxedo like he'd just crawled out of a whiskey bottle. His dark h
e, cold in his immaculate tailored suit.
om this moment, you
rowd
p. In a room full of predators
pagne glasses tre
tter it cut through the music. "You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you,
"Trash doesn't belong in the Hughes family.
surrounded by flashing bulbs and
he city. Corporate royalty. She'd heard enough horror stories from her
son-the "playboy heir" th
spoiled brat getting a tas
n slammed it down with a reckless grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, drink up! Hugh
ered, others clapped, most
a. It wasn't her circus. Rich people destroyed themselves every day.
the kitchen, exhaustion dragging at her shoulders. Just one more sh
ed. "Clean up the mess at
pulling her
s scattered like confetti. At the center sat Brandon Hughes,
fened. Jus
she muttered,
dshot but startlingly sharp. A lazy grin
. "Do I look like
. "Back there...you didn't
r yourself. I don't have tim
, turning into something raw. "Spo
he counter harde
t out, grabbing her wr
glaring. "None
ning closer. "Because right now...you're the only perso
rritation to snap it away. Smoot
stay out of my way. Some of
rned t
floor. Then her manager's furious voice: "Ju
cold. Fired?
ughes grinning sheepishly, spre
nds curled
her the one paycheck
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ed streets toward her shabby apartment. Her unif
uneven foots
back-and nea
ggered after her like a lost puppy. His tuxedo
pped. "Why are y
d grin. "Because yo
ing," she
g angel. My savior." Then, as if the night
ime to catch him before he hit the grou
leave him there, in the
red, broken, stripped of arrogance
, hauling him upright.
ged, half-carried hi
ck screamed, and she hate
onto her couch, she was p
g her name though she'd
eart
ell do you
closed, his breathing de
ng rain onto the floor, f
liated her, and now collapsed in he
nted h
eded h
ye
him, the faintest fro
he looked like a ma