Escaping My Vicious Billionaire Husband

ark, narrow alley behin

rushed into the heated cabin. He stepped out, turned

her out

fingers wrapped around her wrist, squeezing

d in the middle, Colette was dragged toward a heavy

e deep inside the building. The air in the r

in the corner. He had expensive lighting umbrellas

s hands shook as he slid a pre-drafted

tain pen from the clerk. He

," Ferri

k looked like a death warrant. She shook her

clamped down on the back of her neck. He forced her hea

, his breath b

remembered as nothing but a disgraced fraud, and whatever pathetic pieces are left of t

family she had left, and the thought of his legacy be

ance. Tears spilled over her lashes as her

st the thick paper, leaving a jagged, messy signature.

A single, hot tear dropped ont

on. He snatched the paper out from under h

p softly. "If you could step c

around her waist and yanked her against his

a board. Her face was

ack. He pinched the soft flesh above

mmanded throug

he forced the corners of her mouth up, crea

inded her. The mome

arm. He took a quick step back, his face twisti

it. Bishop stepped up behind Colet

ptop, sending the high-res photos to ev

d out the

rom behind dumpsters, their ca

it jacket and draped it over her head, shielding her face from the fl

linding lights. She felt like a hollow doll

one last, dead look before turning and wa

across from her. The driver hit the

t the leather. Her chest heaved. Sh

a word, he tossed a rolled-up, day-

e picked up the pap

unched the air out of her lungs: WHEELER ENT

. She looked up at Bishop,

her voice trembled.

d at her wit

nvestigation," Bishop said flatly. "He jumped off

ipped from Colet

ring through the silence of the car. She doubled over, c