His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife

the blood drained from her face. She lunged forward, a

nt of Jeanie and slamming her back against the wall. The impact k

eing pulled open, cabinets slammed shut. Then, a moment

loor. And there it was. A single piece of black, exquisite

between two gloved fingers, her expression turning from anger to venomous triumph. She recognized th

still carrying the faint scent of cedarwood, felt like a slap. "This is wh

out, her mind racing. "I bought it at a s

ol? The prenuptial agreement has a strict morality clause. Any in

l. She dialed a number, and Jeanie's heart stopped. She kne

ripping with ice. "I want you to freeze all payments

er. Her mother'

rld we

ainst the bodyguard, fueled by a surge of pure, unadulterated r

d her hand closed around the first thi

g under the dim light. She held it with a steady

rs. Eleanor, for the first time, looked afraid. Her perfec

her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Or I s

knife or reach into her pocket. Instead, she locked her gaze on the bodyguards and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Siri, call 9-1-1 on

t's your

d clear, laced with manufactured panic. "There are people in my apart

a Winters wanted was to be dragged into a messy pol

he gestured furiously to her entourage. They retreated, dragging the maid

Jeanie's body. The knife clattered to the floor. She slid do

king Wall Street, Devaughn Winters paced res

nd Tate rushed in, his face pale.

a series of grainy surveillance photos and a DNA

lurry, but the silhouette was unmistakable. The

n commanded, his vo

ut to deliver a death sentence. He flipped to t

his voice barely a whisper,

fist turned white. The name echoed in his mind-the woman on

t movement. The temperature in the of

is personal hell. The one w

away. He had treated h

ain. It was Alistair Finch, the lawy

asses, oblivious to the

. "I have confirmation. Mrs. Winters