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