Married To The Ruthless Disgraced Billionaire

e heavy double doors flew open, the metal locking mechanism teari

g on the edge of the massive leather executive desk. Her silk blouse wa

g the knot of his cheap tie, was Jerrad Han

morphed into vicious, defensive arrogance. She slid o

beggar?" Justina shrieked, her voice ec

ip curled in profound disgust. "And I see your taste has plummeted along

t I forced a razor-sh

ce smooth and lethal. "You're just giving it away to the hel

ss scream, lunged forward in her stiletto heels, and swun

s of surviving cell block

ug brutally into her delicate bones. Using her own momentum ag

ailing, and the small of her back slammed violently into the sharp corner of

er side. He knelt down, his ha

t his glasses. For a split second, I felt a sudden, inexplicable chill run straight down my spine. Behind the meek expres

drama, heading directly for the oil painting on the far wall. He

keypad flashed red and let

utching her back. "They changed th

er suit pocket and pulled out a small, matte-black USB drive.

Seven seconds later, the heavy steel bolts inside the

in her throat. She stared at t

of cash and pulled out a tarnished antique p

ng his hands in a placating gesture. "Mr. Washington

st looked at Jerrad. The sheer, suffocating we

sweat formed on his forehead. He slowly low

t. He walked back to me and took my ha

d slammed it hard into Justina's arm as she tried to st

ight at the wall followed us down the hall. I couldn't

the elevator. Th

leaned his head back against the cold mirrored wall and closed his eyes

pulled out a folded tissu

ut and wrapped around my wrist. He pulled my hand toward his fac

I could feel the rapid, heavy thud of his pulse against my finge

the entire ride

ic keycard from his pocket and slid it through the electronic rea

hed it

e stuffing vomiting onto the floor. Every drawer had been ripped out an