Claiming My Rival's Ex-Wife As Mine

pple of murmurs to spread through the crowd. Her crimson dress was a bold statement, and her ser

r Delano, a familiar, unwe

a possessive arrogance that made her skin crawl. He was flanked by Kaya, who clung to

ya said, her voice dripping with false sympath

nothing more than furniture. The blatant disregard was a deeper insult to Jace's ego than any angry words could have

't here

ke the Red Sea. He moved with an unhurried grace that belied the predatory in

uine smile gracing her lips for the first time that

shockingly intimate and utterly natural, he slid his hand around

lyn's waist as if he couldn't process what he was see

down at Evelyn, his dark eyes searching

ore she could ask,

ssessive kiss that staked a claim and silenced the world. The entire reception fell into a stunned hush. All that existed was the fi

s, which were now slightly swollen. Evelyn's mind was reeling, her

cold as ice as they landed on t

rried to every corner of the sil

e Evelyn Smith," he s

e. Jace finally found his voice, sputter

her eyes. He gave her the slightest nod, a look o

ng her head to look at her ex-husband w

ness anymore, is it, Mr. Welch? After all, you were the one who told me

m, protective band around her. As they moved toward the cen

he murmured. "We hav

whisper. "Jace, who is that man?" But Jace didn't answer. He couldn't. The words were lodged in his throat like broken glass. He had discarded what he thought was a wort