Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

doorbell chimed, a s

there, his face a mask of smug hostility. He was Chandler'

pensive shoes silent on the marble floor. He car

the apartment as if searching for signs of a stru

g girl from yesterday was gone. She leaned against the door, crossing her arms ov

case onto the coffee table. "Eugenia collapsed last night.

asting her in his shadow. "What did you say to Chandler

Eugenia's theatrics were as

re head-on. "I just asked him to spen

head, trapping her. His face was inches from hers, his breath smelling of stale coffee

hiss. "Eugenia is the future Mrs. Finch. You are ju

her, but she fought it down. N

d across her face. The unexpec

r his angry face before she leaned in, closing the

of a bombshell. "Then why did he crush my birth control

drained from his face. The anger was re

isper. "Tell me, Brett, if I'm carrying the Finch heir, ho

tep. His face was a ghastly shade of pale. "You... you

ening into a look of maternal bliss. It was a complete fabrication, but it was beautifu

is was Eugenia's greatest fear. A child would solid

at her. "You vicious bitch.

d this. Tell her to stop playing her pathetic little games. Otherwis

ent, she saw murder in his eyes, but he reined it in. He k

from the table. "We'll s

wrenched it open, and sl

e slid down the wall, her body trembling. Her palms wer

ake Eugenia panic. A panic

, looking down at the endless river of traffic flowing through N

ening clap of thunder followed almost immediately, rattling t

house flickered and died. The en

wer wa