Substitute Bride: Healing The Broken Billionaire

Sinclair's bare shoulders the second

ingers tugged at the stiff, heavily beaded bodice of the designer wedding dress. The gown was tai

e stone steps. He did not smile. He reached out and pushed

stured for her

rvingly quiet. She followed Jennings up the grand, dimly lit sweeping marble staircase. The op

ng corridor. He stood in front of a

s heel, and walked away. He aba

e of her cheek hard to steady her racing hea

y doors open. The wood creak

The only light came from the pale moonlig

the silhouette of a broad-shouldered man. He was si

The rubber wheels squeaked against the hardwood

he opened her mouth to in

t something soft

A sharp gasp ripp

on the floor. A pool of dark, thick blood seeped from a na

e immediately shoved her hand into the hidden pocket of her

en glare of the lock screen instantly i

e phone

rk room. It was icy, commanding,

at him, her chest heaving. "You did this. You r

ts glinted in the moonlight. His expression remained en

ed into overdrive. She assumed h

igh heels, abandoning them on the rug. She s

his isolated, dark room and find the head butler, or anyone with a phone, to call the police. She couldn't just sit the

ase. Her bare feet slapped loudly against

an out into the chilly Manhattan night. She a

driveway, blocking her path. The bright headlights bl

furious face of her father, Ric

e grabbed Serena violently by the upper arm. His th

isty Montana temper flaring up hot and fast. "Let go of me!

rip. "Where do you think you are going?" Richard sneered. He gave her arm a har

pain in her arm. "He attacked a mai

I do not care if there is a dead body in that room. If you run, I will call the hospital. I wi

The fiery fight drained out of her in a split second. Her muscles went completely slack. Her hands clenched into

ick lump of pride an

d around. Slowly, she walked back toward the