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e on the marriage certificate, a tiny black point of ink threatening to fall and seal her fate. Her hand tremble

ld as the man himself. He wore a custom-tailored dark gray suit, but no tie. The top button of his crisp white shirt was undone, reveali

His gaze was fixed somewhere

Flet

rough the tense silence of the City Hall office, making Jocelyn fli

e of her stepfather, Vince Webb, his face twisted in a drunken rage. She saw her mother, Sharon, with a f

jacket. She didn't need to look. She knew who it was. The

ree hand. The screen glowed

live? Be a good girl. Ric

ck. The name alone sent a wave of ice through her veins. He was Vince's enforcer,

the tip on the paper was the only sound in the room. She signed 'Jocelyn Fletcher' quickly

every ounce of strength had been drained from her body, leaving an empty s

a stormy sea, held no emotion. No satisfaction, no p

ith a heavy, satisfying thud. Th

, her tone utterly devoid of warm

icate. It was a mockery. There was no love here, no promise of a

rful. He adjusted the platinum cufflinks on h

entence he had spoken directly to her all day. His voice was a low baritone, smoo

ther, about the threat, but the words wouldn't come o

ive. "As for your mother," he added, his voice dropping slig

st her ribs, seemed to stop. "What matter

e leaving no room for argument. "You are going to make him believ

t was absurd. They had known each other for less than twent

swered it, turning slightly away from her. His voi

e said. "Yes

, catching a single word that mad

other moment, then said

gain an unreadable mask. "My grandfather is at the hospi

refuse, to run. But she was trappe

said, surprised by the firmness in her own voice. It was her only c

hrough Houston's eyes before it was gone. It was t

comfort. "Play your part well, and your

yn felt dizzy, disoriented. The noise of New York City traffic wash

nt as a phantom. A uniformed driver got out and op

d she had just married into. A world of immense, unimaginable wealth. She

the imposing stone facade of City Hall. It look

soft thud, shutting out the city'

m Houston as she could get. The silence in the car

rated again. Anoth

you can run? Rick will make y

around the phone, her knuckles turning white. The brief,