From Abandoned Puppet to the Tycoon's Contract Wife

f the apartment buildin

hattan street, biting through her thin

bedroom evaporated in the instant she stepped outside. Replacing it was a

an shaking u

nd was blank except for those words-she's so plain, she's so safe, she never steals th

rs in the afternoon, to preparing his surprise at night-all she'd consumed was a single cup of cold coffee in the car.

s began

her knees, gasping for air. The streetlight in front of her wavered in her vision

call a car.

had stopped obeying-not just from the cold, but from the post-trauma physi

ger seat. The screen showed a live feed from the dashcam. He watched Gabrielle's sho

straight ahead, not daring to make a sound. The tempera

His voice was a lethal, quiet blade. "I want her off every casting l

Alex said

His jaw ticked. He wanted to tear

ck up her phone. Her vision swam. She di

heel of her shoe wedged dee

d sharply. Her b

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but her arms felt like they belonged to someone else. T

ought. I'm going t

waist, pulling her against a solid chest. As her cheek brushed against soft cashmere and the scent of cedar filled

. Her face was pale and completely devoid o

e scooped her up, lifting her off the

ir. His voice was thick with an emotion he had bu

en. Colvin slid into the spacious backseat, keep

ut. The Maybach pulled aw

ng at Grace Hospital," C

e draped the heavy, warm fabric over Gabrielle's

y glasses were slightly askew. He gently pull

rs lingered against her cold skin. The ruthless predator of Wall Street w