The Ruthless Lawyer's Secret Baby Girl

g wash over her skin. Goosebumps immediately prickled up her arms. She rubbed them away, her eyes sweeping across the vast space. It was a shrine to corporate coldness-flo

e clutched her cheap canvas tote bag tighter to her chest. This was the top tier of Wall Street law

he sheer drop made her dizzy. The glass felt freezing as she pressed her palm against it, grounding herself. She ne

asured, arrogant, and entirely unhurried. It sent a jolt of electricity straight down her spine. Annemarie turned away from the window, pasting on the m

door han

arsh fluorescent lights of the hallway. The man's shoulders were impossibly broad, draped in a charc

n of his throat, and landed on a face she had spent six years trying to forget. Her heart actually skipp

ce, emphasizing the sharp, arrogant angles of his cheekbones. But it was his eyes that paralyzed her. Deep-set and the color of aged whiskey, they l

breathed, her voic

eavy glass door shut behind him. The metallic snick of the lock engagin

He went straight for the head of the table, pulling out the high-backed leather chair with a smooth m

er vocal cords to work. "Where is Mr. Clark?

ondon office. He left this morning. When I saw your name on the intake forms, I personally approved hi

irms in the country. He didn't handle messy divorces for women with empty bank accounts. He handled co

isle said. It wa

't... I don't think that's necessary. If Mr. Cl

older from the stack of documents beside him and tossed it onto th

own, An

he dark was a lifetime ago. Now, it sounded like a threat. She forced her legs to move,

en. "Eston Mcclain is suing for full custody of your daughter. He is claiming emotiona

a lie. He's trying to take her awa

name results in the forfeiture of all marital assets and spousal support," Carlisle read, his

pped up. "That's not

old me my ambition didn't fit into your life plan. You told me my dreams were too small for you. And then, two weeks l

to save his life. The truth was a poison she had to swallow

ice to steady. "I will pay your fees. Whatever yo

dden movement making her shrink back. He walked around the table, his expensive shoes silent on th

Annemarie. You don't have

here?" she asked,

ch was icy, sending a shiver across her scalp. He leaned down, his face inches from her

u of every single thing you traded your soul for. I want to see the look on y

anic, raw and blinding, exploded in her chest. "No," she gasped, scrambling

nly as the desperate plea of a gold digger terrified of losing her meal tick

ed, her hand flying out and shoving hi

gainst his suit jacket, his expression turning to stone. He

," he sa

n for the door, her fingers fumbling with the lock. She yanked it open and fled into the hallway, her heels clicking frantical