Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

leather sofa in the living room, a thick stack of papers spread acro

part (Carolyn Lindsey) shall not interfere with the social engagements of the party of the first part

son. But it was better than the damp basement

utter. She looked up as Chandler strode into the living room. He carried the faint, cl

a scene of destruction. Instead, he found her sitting quietly, bathed in the

the fire he was used to. She didn't ask where he'd been

sign

e final page, below his arrogant, slashing signature, she

rom her fingers. His eyes scanned her face, searching, probing.

the floor. "What's the point of having an angle anymor

ated that. He hated her defeated compliance more than her fiery resistance

ay from her. He walked toward the open-plan kitc

ul personal maid, slipping through the hallway with a small paper bag. The woman was quiet, obedient, and served her mistress's whims w

el trash can. His entire body went rigid.

birth control pills. A few of the tiny white tab

ure in the r

onto hers. They were no longer cold; they we

s voice a low, guttu

his rage was real enough. This was Eugenia's work, she knew. He

aying the part of a woman caught in a lie. Her f

is hand shot out and clamped around her jaw, forcing her hea

was the match to the gasoline. The jealousy in his eyes w

s. She shook her head frantically. "No

o get away from me?" His fingers tighten

and kicked a nearby dining chair, sending it crashing aga

mained fixed on him. This was her

d of hesitation, plunged his hand inside. He ca

e pills turned to dust, a fine white powder sifti

yone's child," he bit out, his voice thick wit

old, triumphant smile touched her hear

nd his stiff, furious form and wrapped her arms around h

his whole body tensing to thro

ed, her voice a soft, seductive murmur against