Trapped By The Cold Billionaire Heir

nvas bag onto the center of the table. It landed on

able. He stopped cutting his steak. His silver k

dark eyes scanned Wren's torn fishnets and heavy makeup. Th

gs scraped loudly against the floor. She sat down, spr

pened her mouth and told him he l

linen napkin. He wiped the corner of his mouth. He looked at

plosion. She waited fo

his head back. A deep, loud

t Wren. He told her she was much more entertainin

pened slightly. The purple lipstick cracke

his father. His jaw tightened

is tailored suit jacket. He pulled out a thick stack of papers.

ad "Prenuptial Agreement." She realized her enti

She slammed both hands flat onto the tab

w sip of red wine. He looked at her and stated th

n her throat. That number was a secret. Onl

two choices. Sign the paper, or the Vance family w

Wren's shoulders start to shake. His

e sharp, metallic tang of blood on her tongue. She turned her

couldn't hear. He told her to drop the act. He said she

tal wine glass in front of her. Her fingers squeezed the fragile st

eir massive, mountain-like builds instantly made the air in the room freeze. Their cold, dead eyes locked onto Wren, projecting a su

Her lungs burned. The realit

on top of the agreement. She pressed the nib into the paper. She signed her name. She pressed so har

ck. He looked at his assistant and announ

ooked at the wall behind Wren and told her his tea

r bag. She shoved past the bodyguard bl

aurant. The cold New York rain hit her face, w

t the bright lights of the Empire State Bui

. The fabric was torn, the edges frayed, and beneath it-if anyone cared to lift the cloth-the po