The Jilted Heiress: Rising From Betrayal

t felt arctic. Kalea suppressed a shiver, wrapping her arms aroun

n them. He turned to look at her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe w

he said. It wasn't a suggesti

e reaction to apologize, to fix it. She stopped herse

window. "Whatever. The hospital pickup was a detour I di

eaks of neon as the car accelerated. The motion made her stomach ch

decanter in the built-in bar. A

elow the watch band, was a bruise.

as f

asn't heartbreak she felt. It was a wave of revulsion so strong she tasted bile.

He didn't flinch. He didn't look guilty. He simply tugged his

plastic bottle and shoved it towar

dehydrated. I don't need you

s. His skin was warm, alive. Hers was cold as marble

h. "Still playing the shy virgin? It'

st list is important tonight. The board members from the merger committee are

o be there?" Kalea a

ryone who

pence going

paused, the glass halfway to his mouth. He

ach word as if speaking to a slow child. "She is essential for ne

against her palm. "Since when does an Executive Secretary

manage the press," Franco snapped. "Don't

arrogance. He truly believed he was in the right. He believed he was entitled

on the seat. A me

der

lready. The backseat f

quirked up. It was a smile Kalea hadn't seen

g the button. The glass slid down an inch, letting in a blast of exhaust-filled city a

barked. "Close that. You're

ackward from ten in her head. Ten. Nine. Eigh

" she w

l. A boring, sickly woman who was nothing more than a signature on a contrac

ander estate. Through the tinted windows, the flash of cameras was

of the window. He transformed. The sneer vanished, replaced by th

r. "Let's go. And fix your fa

em. They were flat, dark pools. She reached out and

The noise of th