of the living room. The sheer, icy malice in h
ent numb. He droppedatter. The sound made Kathleen and Kailee flinch violently, p
inful. Through the fabric of his suit, Cassie could feel a faint, high-f
devoid of expression. He held a thi
nd slammed the heavy folder dire
. He flipped it open with shaking fingers. His eyes darted over the bold legal t
Josephus's face. His lips
nical. "If you refuse, Gilmore Enterprises will be for
led. He looked like h
She plastered a desperate, ugly smile
e, this is just a fam
hing entirely insignificant. The unspoken contempt in his dark eyes made Kathle
oved her roughly backward. She crashed hard onto the sofa. Kailee let out a muffled squea
uld barely remove the cap. He pressed the nib to the paper and scribbled his signature. A
hecked the signature, snapped the fol
safety of Dane's chest. A dark, heavy
njuries. His gaze stopped at the hem of her designer dress. The fabric was to
a radiating fro
low, demonic growl. The pressure in
llapsed onto his knees, his hands press
begged, pressing his forehead toward the
who had tormented her for year
nd kicked the heavy leathe
the wall with a deafening crash. Kailee screame
Dane announced to the room. His voice
wail and slumped entirely
grip, sliding his hand down Cassie's arm until
door. The crushing grip of his hand sent a wave
oorway, Dane stopped.
near my wife again, I w
her face, warming her cold skin. She glanced back over her shoulder one la
behind them, leaving th
the bottom of the stone steps. The driver pul
d, shielding her as she ducked into the dark, luxuriou
he heavy door slammed shut, insta
he Maybach pulled away from the curb, lea
up and yanked his silk tie loose. The muscles in his jaw were tight, and his chest rose an
truggling to suppress a
oftly. Her voice broke the
n. His dark, intense ga
ter scoff. "What is min
words sent a strange, hot fl
pe. She looked down at her hands, carefully wiping t
s eyes tracked every tiny
ghway. The trees outside blurr
rash compartment. She took a deep breath, her chest
est the limits o
id, her voice steady. "I am not the real
sat perfectly still, wa
the Maybach tur
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