His Lethal Wife: The Heiress's Vicious Comeback

turned the night outside The Pla

th Avenue. The elite of New York clutched their blac

s tight with suppressed rage. Beside him stood Sophia

ater security guard asked.

r snapped. "I am the

He didn't look up. "You are

ialites behind him began to whisper,

e clutch. She hated Eleanor. She hated that the pat

. He grabbed the man's arm and aggressively

the heavy doors into

silk and diamonds. The room hummed with the nervous e

gne from a passing waiter. She j

ed venomously. "Eleanor can't even look a m

pped playing. The music shifted

rs at the top of the g

om fell de

he stairs. Her hand rested l

ic, toned body like a second skin. Around her neck rested the Thorne fami

the jewels that paralyzed

ling arrogance of a queen surveying her subjects. Th

over the rim of her glass, staining her d

open. He didn't recognize the dang

is lips brushed the

murmured. His breath was warm against

at him. She kept he

whispered back. "Control your face, Ethan. Y

The cameras flashed, capturing what looked

m of the stairs. The c

bbed Sophia's arm and dragged her through the crow

a sickeningly fake smile on his face. He held his a

ed at Arthur like he was a cockroach on t

arms hung awkwardly in the air

n a pathetic, sweet smile. She re

cooed. "We're s

eyes we

's fingers could touch her skin, Viv

nds grasped

down, her gaze lingering on

ed out. Her voice w

lier that evening, a silent acknowledgment of her

hief stepped out from

n my ballroom?" Vivian asked. She didn't lo

rowd

olent shade of red. Sophi

guards stepped forward, forming a

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