Too Late CEO: The Runaway Wife Returns

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up instantly. She gripped the scissors tight. She slid off the bed, her bare feet hitting

walked in, holding a plastic tray of medicatio

essed the sharp point of the silver-plated

d," Corrie whisper

or at the touch of pure silver. Her hands slipped. The plastic

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g nurse and pulled it over her own hospital gown. She sn

to the bathroom and locked

oss was making her head spin. She bit the inside of her ch

underground hallways. She kept her head down, avoi

fire exit door. She pushe

ain slammed into her. The storm insta

at her bare calves, leaving bloody scratches, but she didn't stop running. Her lungs burned. Sh

e and hit the rough asphalt of

. A yellow taxi with its roof lig

e middle of the lane, wa

the wet pavement. The car skidded t

eather seat. She unclasped the diamond watch from her wrist,

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figure in the rearview mirror. He did

ezing bones. Her adrenaline crashed. Her eyelids grew incredibly heavy. Sh

's phone screen lit up. An en

the mirror, turning cold and deadly. Kara had pai

ed to the driv

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d was quiet, buried under the noise of the t

too fast. The road signs were wrong. They were vee

Manhattan," Corrie said

said, his voice flat. "Taki

door handle. She pull

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e floor behind the driver's seat. She swung it with all he

reinforced glass only spider-webbe

Hudson River Bridge. The rain

rd to the right. The car swerved violently, headi

's momentum. A split second before the inevitable impact, he kicked his door open and threw his body out onto the wet asphalt. He rol

was deafening. The taxi sma

ummeted toward the raging bl

ad slammed forward into the back of the front seat. War

flooded into the cabin th

fying speed. It swallowed

led her seatbelt and pushed herself toward the front

ing a hole just big enough to squeeze

h the broken windshield, the fre

eared the glass, so

black glove clamped d

am of bubbles escaping her lips. S

strong. It yanked her backward, dragging her do

reezing water rushed into her mouth,

e last thing she saw in her mind

ss-walled penthouse

crystal glass of amber whiskey in his hand.

door to his of

d in the doorway. Brad was out of breat

linic. And the taxi she got into... it just crashed

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ersian rug, the heavy glass shattering with a dull, h

t exact moment, a violent, agonizing snap echoed in Damon's soul. The sacr