Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Chapter 6

Word Count: 618 | Released on: 09/05/2026

room table. Carter stared at it, his voic

r leather chairs, fleeing the room a

elyn's credit card records and mobilize the Finley Group's security detail to sweep eve

a sleek Maybach violently boxed in the

y massive bodyguards. The loud music w

jacket unbuttoned, radiating a dark, suffocating v

in front of the table to block Carter fr

rp nod, and two bodyguards immediately grabbed

nd wrapping around Evelyn's upper arm,

from the alcohol, and crashed h

ders, screaming at him to le

bent down, threw her over his broad

, but the bodyguards immediately blinded their

the heavy door open, and threw Ev

oor slammed shut, and the central loc

oy sped out of Manhattan, heading strai

wildly, the heels of her shoes slamming r

ists, pinning her arms above her head, and pressed

tight space, their eyes locked in

o a halt in front of the massive sto

ignoring the rain, and pulled her

stal chandelier hit Evelyn's

taking two steps back, and pointed a

t, throwing it onto a velvet chair

ked around the massive room and called it n

Ming dynasty antique vase re

she hurled it down onto the marb

e massive house as millions of dollar

rehead throbbed. He took

doubled over, clutching her stomach, and collapsed onto

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Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Westley Curlin Romance

“I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash. But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering. "The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress." My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears. I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase. Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly. "You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money." When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side. I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife. But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book. So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.”