Married to the Tyrant in a Wheelchair

to the lavishly dec

trail of muddy, wet footprints

ofa. He lowered his copy of the Wall Street Journal,

the head of the room. He held a crystal glass

pped into the room,

er in the car!" Cindy pointed a shaking fing

s to spill over her lashes. She shrank back against

s down on a side table

nd apologize to Mom!" Dustin r

aight past the sofas, heading directly for t

stal tumbler and filled it to the

No manners at all. She doesn'

around, holding t

d the sofa where Kaylei

her, assuming she

leigh. Without a single change in her f

r poured directly over Kayle

ed her makeup, sending black mascara running down her cheeks. The

rror, covering her m

ss down on the coffee table so

h!" Dusti

an enraged bull, pulling his

cted with the pure, violent instinct sh

her hips and sides

lamming his chest hard against the marble bar. He gasped, the wind knocked out

dy to intervene, but h

silver letter opener from the bar.

light of the crystal chandelier, g

ence. The only sounds were Kayleigh'

wn at them from her

he room like ice. "I know the maids put moldy food in my room. I know you only

ed. He realized, in that exact moment, that

p, his che

ned, his voice shaking with rage, "I will cut off your

's mouth twitched upwar

e silver lette

wa

expensive mahogany coffee tab

ly, pressing herself i

red dead into

," she said, emphasi

ant to sever all legal ties. I don't want

t her defiant face. Slowly, a dark, m