Too Late For Regret: The Betrayed Heiress

door of the Fifth Avenue wedding boutique,

umbrella stained with New York's fine mist droplets. "Mr.

captured starlight. She didn't see Devon. She followed the waitress to the back, her high heels silently sinking into the thick wool carp

left ajar. From inside, she heard Devon's voice-

raised a hand, ready to surpri

he air. "Seriously, Devin. After all this time, are you really going to do this?

gertips hovering an inch be

laughter. The laughter was sharp and cold, carrying a hi

said the name fell into a quiet corrid

felt as if it had completely stopped in her chest. Ricky Hicks.

nally agree to let me break up with her." Devon continued, his tone casual, as if disc

in and suffocating. She instinctively took a step back, her shoulder blades banging against the corridor wall. Th

end asked, his tone clearly conf

oice was flat and cold. "That was the old man's final will. Although it's no

omach. It's not just about money-being

f ugliness, "this is what Olivia wants." This secures her status. Once I have

ce, sour surge. Chloe pressed her lips tightly together, biting down hard until her mouth was

er shoes scraping against the hardwood fl

gh her instantly. She couldn't let h

n exhibition hall, sinking into the first velvet armchair she saw. Her hand fumbled for a

end into a meaningless black stain. Her whole body trembled-a subtle and

om door sudden

ibly handsome. He looked around the room, and those eyes that had looke

ess disappeared, replaced by her familiar warmth and loving smi

and resolute. "You're here." H

armrest of her chair, and leaned his f

nstead, she turned her head at the last second-a stiff, unnatural gesture, pretending to tuck a st

e." He whispered, his breath wa

nd. He didn't see the fear in her eyes.

ly destroyed her and now planned to take everything she had left. She forced a sm

nded like a stranger. "T