Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

e voices from the VIP booth drifted over

inally ditc

nd since prep school. A man who wore loafers

the phone against her chest, the

e was trying to lock down a date. Literally put a ring box

breaking glass. "But smart. You hold

giggled. Her hand was on C

"The bet was I couldn't get the Ice Queen to set a date before the

loor tilt beneat

's like trying to seduce a marble statue. All duty, no warmth. 'Is this okay, Chri

erupted in

when you get the

d then I cut her loose," Chris said. "My uncle will ha

her da

e more than his daughter. As long as the merger goes through, he'l

eft Elisa

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her throat. It wasn't just Chris. It was everyone. Her entire life was a tra

ble s

burned int

phone. 02:14. Enough. It was enough to d

not

the hysterical ex-fiancée. The crazy woma

r fingers were numb. She shoved

movements stiff, robo

used to shed. At the bottom of the steps, a waiter turned the cor

s shattered on the floor, a cacophony of brea

he waite

Dash turned his h

her face. She pushed past the waiter, stepping on shards

was torrential now. It soaked her instantly, plastering the

nd started running

ldn't wait. She couldn't sit

One, then the other. They

e

er bare feet. The rough asphalt scraped her skin, but the

ve out. She stopped at a corner, gasping for a

n awning of the Four Seasons Hotel glowed l

She just walked