Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

he Cleveland family estate in Long Island. Ami threw a crumpled

n gates had been violently forced

d against her ribs. Three black Range Rovers were parked directly on the

doors. The grand living room was a disaster zone. Shard

eck tattoos were violently ripping priceless oil p

ed, her voice echoing

had a thick scar across his jaw. He looked Ami up and

crumpled legal document from his jacket

n't see the fifty million dollar bridge loan repayment b

ne straight. She glared at him. "This house is under

lapels of her trench coat, yanking her forward. The sickening

etheart," he whispered, his spit hitting

her

oice of Else Odom rang out

g on the old butler. Her face was ashen, but her eyes still hel

stled disrespectfully, and motioned for his men. They walk

iately ran to the stairs and caught he

ocked the heavy mahogany door behind them. Her hands shook violently

side was a fake passport with Ami's photo an

own her wrinkled cheeks. "I have already prepared my statem

roke. Tears flooded her eyes. She s

nds, she grabbed the ticket and ripped it in half. Then

r hand, intending to slap Ami across the face for her

ld, shaking hands and pressed them to her wet chee

ook her head. "No one on Wall Street will le

t looked up and said, "I'm going to see a

She sank to the floor, her body trembling violently as the fear and humiliation she had been suppressing finally broke through. She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees, letting out a stifled, agonizing sob. But as she looked up and caught her tear-streaked reflection in the mir

o the back of her closet and pulled out a pair of tight b

ed at the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were red, but they were s

num Kidd family cufflink, and slipped it into the inner po

te, disappearing into the cold, rainy New