Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

Chapter 7

Word Count: 692 | Released on: 09/05/2026

old sweat instantly breaking out on her pale forehead. The ra

her up into his arms, and took the stair

h his foot and laid her gently onto

hands dug deeply into her stomach as a

and pulled it up to her chin, tucking th

he stairs, heading straight into the

ssing it onto the marble island, and quick

ntil his fingers closed around a bo

knob of fresh ginger and brown sugar, his knife skil

me flared to life as he stood there, per

eaming bowl of the dark liqu

the slightly open door of the master bedroom,

ainst the wood, his phone vib

na's name, accompanied by th

d the call, keeping his voice to a ha

meone who perfectly described the layout of her private hospital room, and her medical monitors were suddenly acti

. Evelyn was still clutching her stomach, h

che years ago forced his hand. He gritted h

the hallway console table, turn

mmed shut, followed immediately by t

awake. The sharp pain in

edroom door opened. Martha, the head house

om the bowl. Her throat was incredib

t she knew Mr. Finley's unquestionable temper all too well, and perhaps his cruel directives were meant to protect something she didn't understand. To keep her job and prevent the vola

t ignited in Evelyn's chest was instantly sn

lf for actually believing that cold-blood

thout bothering to put on shoes, her

er's panicked shouts, and ran down the stairs,

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

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.”