Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

ella

t'. Damon's penthouse was a fortress of black marble, gold Art Deco accents, an

leaving behind a raw, biting terror. I was completely isolated with the most dangerous man in

s around myself. "Send someone to th

e over his broad shoulder. His storm-blue eyes were

question; they were a chilling absolute. Without another glance, he walk

s," she said gently, handing me a folded stack of clothes and a steaming glass

the ruthless Don who had just suffocated me with a single look, had thought of my comf

my frame and smelling faintly of his cedar and smoke col

ves and leather. Damon sat behind a massive desk. His eyes flicked up, darkening imp

deal," I said, forcing my voice to

ir creaking. "This library. It

demand. Relief washed over me, swe

" he said

h the study. I froze as Damon's low voice drifted through the crack

wasn't an act of disposal. It

llout of the gala. I remained in my rooms, staring out at the manicu

on's voice demanded, laced

chair. "Tell him I am unwell and r

heard his muffled curse before his footsteps retreated. It was a small victor

ndelier cast harsh light over the long mahogany table, illuminating the

Henrietta," she purred, her voice carrying over the clinking of silver. "You dote on Be

are. The trap was set, designed to remind everyone that I

e swept the table, silencing Bridget instantly. She reached

the wood-paneled walls. "And to ensure everyone respects that fact, Grayso

a suffocating silence. My hea

stood in the doorway, his dark overcoat still draped over his shoulders. He had heard e