The Idiot Bride And Her Crippled Tyrant

g on his massive black walnut desk. The gold foil

mmed it down onto the polished wood. The sharp crack echoed through the caverno

g their legitimate daughter. They had dragged a brain-damaged, illegitim

laugh. His knuckles cracked as

ple. They thought they could throw a piece o

n. Enzo Dale strolled in, wearing a tailored,

ttered pages of the report, and scanned the fir

ee table. "So, not only is your dick supposedly broken, but now your wife's brain is b

Enzo. The raw, suffocating killing intent in Finn

you're in a foul mood," Enzo muttered, the smirk sliding off his face as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Seriously though, canc

He raised his right hand, his thumb slowly twisti

down my neck. If I cancel this wedding, he'll just arrange anoth

-dead idiot is perfect. She'll sit in the corner and d

e desk. "But that doesn't mean I am going to le

his tone absolute. "I am not standing at an al

, what happens to the ceremony? The press is already camped outside t

indows, looking out over the sprawling concrete gri

and pointed toward the f

he R&D medical labs downstairs. Inside the cage, a massive, fat white rab

A cruel, razor-sharp smile cut acro

at rabbit to the Plaza Hotel. You will walk it down

d. He stared at Finn, then at the rabbit, then bac

imal. I am sending one back. I want every camera in New York t

rannical expression. There was no arguing with him whe

ts neck. He hoisted it up, staring into its twitching red eyes. "I am a billionaire playb

hed the trackpad on his l

flashed. The twenty-million-dollar bount

. Spectre was a ghost, the most lethal data extractor on the planet. Wi

ncrypted chat box: When the data is s

The cursor blinked on th

o fingers of amber whiskey into a crystal

attle family wa