His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

neral." My voice was steady.

ss. He studied my face, then my posture. He tu

oved with silent efficiency. "Miss Curry,

y spine. My instincts fla

ng explosion ripped through the

My arms and legs were bound. I was in a c

ic glee. "She' s finally caught! The traitor!

e to a shriek. "She' s dangerous! The C

s were cold. Filled with a terrifying emptiness.

a warning," he said. Hi

yes were devoid of emotion.

is voice was calm. Too calm. "Bu

l be a sacrifice for Benedict. And for

of adrenaline. I needed to get out. I

. I strained. I pulled. I crawled. My fi

st f

. He pressed a butto

eafening roar. The wo

smiling. My wedding day.

, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in

ears

voice. "Sir! Urgent! The Curry Group has

hirty minutes!" The voic