The Cruel Billionaire's Unwanted Perfect Wife

etallic click of the lock echoed in the massive

to the floor. A pair of red-soled stilettos lay discarded on th

the living room. The sound hit Ellery's eardrums

et into her slippers, and walked toward th

el No. 5 hit her nose. It clashed violently with the subtle ced

heer silk nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. A

over Ellery's conservative gray busine

ass. "You're home early," Crystal s

. She looked right through the woman an

hed red. She took a quick step sideways

at Crystal's collarbone,

er voice was flat, col

edroom door

rk gray bathrobe loosely tied at his waist. He was

between the two women. A slow, cr

She practically threw herself at Holland,

al whined, dragg

ked onto Ellery. He watched her face, waiting for a

ain grounded her. She turned on her heel, ready to walk back out

said. His voice was

e. She looked up at him, her ey

. His jaw muscle feathere

at from the back of the sofa. She didn't bother putting it on. Sh

ed shut. The loud bang ech

ure in the r

trides. He grabbed Ellery's wrist. His large fingers wra

. Her chest crashed a

rm, trying to break

d his head. His warm, mint-scented

ispered. His voice was laced with an

of her neck. His fingers tangled in her hair, pull

teeth scraped against her bottom lip. He de

burned for oxygen. Realizing she couldn't win, she went completely lim

rigid. He pulled bac

of the private elevator s

ealing the Sutton family's head butler

Ellery's wrist. He took a step back, his chest st

r hands were shaking as she s

bowed his h

adam Goldia expects you both at the estate for dinner tonight. She explicitly instructed me to ensure

doors slid shut. Ellery stared at the empty f