Too Meek For High Society, Too Deadly To Cross

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ee years, her gaze steady, her voice emptied of wa

t her words, his hand stalled and his head snapped up, disbeli

I took Aimee out first when the robbery turned into a riot at the mall?

e went through as a child? She was kidnapped trying to protect me. She still carries that traum

ut the curve of her li

am your wife. The one being crushed in the crowd beside you, the one barely able to breathe, was me.

oice, thinly veiled and sharp. "But you'

convenience rather than his wife. "Aimee is different. She's still s

away, his steps decisive, not a tr

sed, the sound echoing lo

ides as her fingers slowly curled inward, nails b

orted like a scene trapped in slow motion. Screams. Panicked cries.

, and before she could stop herself, her

d tightly around Aimee Wallace,

e, without recognition, as though she we

, the only person he

gged Aimee out of the surging, panicked crowd. Natalia rem

er phone. The sharp buzz tore her out of the

essage from an unfamiliar number

it almost m

me printed clearly beside the result, the impl

unmistakably provocative. "Alexander said he doe

-directed ridicule cr

three years they had been married. It also explained why, whenever the family mentioned children, he redirect

d the image away. Without hesitation, she placed a call. "Carson,

e other end before Carson Willi

almost immediately, he

stayed quiet for thr

e" appeared bold and unap

because of a man, and the first thing you do when you show up again is file for divorce?

fore moving with unhurried precision. She typed bac

? A top-tier encrypted file was stolen from the organization. The last confirmed trace points to Egonio, Khustin. This assignment has been sitti

r surfaced in

idence. It was precisely w

single repl

printed stack of divorce papers

ached the door of the adjacent hospi

, carefully adjusting the blanket around

their attention, and both

eading expression on Aimee's face a

the bedside cabinet with

he said evenly