From Jilted Bride To Ruthless CEO

, sickly sweet, greeted me as I sat in the wheelchair, ready for d

re of concern and quiet triumph. Brion Morrison. The quiet, calculating executive, part of

ing into my voice, a warmth I hadn't f

ossing his features. "Jocelyn, what are you talking about? I'm t

s. "Actually, Jake, Jocelyn requested my assistance. She has a p

eting his gaze. "A ver

the medical wing. You need to recuperate." His voice was laced with a posses

you, Jake," I retorted,

idn't spare Jake another glance, not even when I felt his piercing gaze

ttled into his sleek, black car. The plush leather seats felt

ng to lift your spirits, Jocelyn. Something to remind you that the wor

ly engraved, it held a small, faded photograph of a woman with Jocelyn'

I whispered, tracing the engr

e leaned back, his gaze fixed on the road. "And a distraction. There's a pr

ickering in my eyes. "Are you

comfortable without needing to 'win over' the heiress to Cruz Holdings. I merely th

ge, almost foreign, after weeks of suppressed pain. "Alri

re," he conceded,

s wanted. A particular set of antique jade carvings. They belonged to my great-gr

twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow on the velvet-draped walls and the impeccably

f whispers spread through the roo

was draped in a shimmering gown, her eyes, usually downcast, now openly defiant a

in my stomach. This

e de résistance. Lot 347: a rare collection of Imperial Jade carvings, datin

aming with an ancient, serene beauty. They wer

ousand." Her eyes flickered to mine, daring me. She was taunting me. She w

paddle. "Oh, I suppose it's not quite my style. Too old-fashioned." Sh

is eyes, cold and challenging, met mine

he silent room. He wasn't bidding for Djuna. He was bidding ag

w those carvings were important to me. He wanted to buy them, not for himself,

d glances, the knowing looks directed my way. The hum

old, steady fire that ignited in my chest. No. Not again.

ng slightly, ros