Sweet Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle

a smooth, athletic drop, tossing the reins t

im," she instructed, her voice steady despit

from her forehead with the back of her wrist, and turned towar

, crisp authority against the imported marble co

e was met by the rich aroma of vintage Cuban

silver-topped cane resting between his knees, chuckli

along the dark leather, wearing the exact black ca

shut, the man rose

nd commanded the quiet room with the unhurr

ated for a fract

ning with the exact same calculating amusement she

ansive hand toward them, his weat

my granddaughter, Ivy

the casual, familiar nicknam

den boy from the Stone f

is carved, aristocratic features perfectly composed a

is deep voice rolled over her, smooth, heavy, and res

clean, long fingers and the understated platinum beze

risk, formal society grip, but the second their palms align

immediate and intense, completely con

ady, his thumb brushing with subtle, deliberate friction again

ave a hard, b

ur let out a booming laugh, poin

r took you over to the Stone estate. You followed him around the garden for two weeks straight, crying and begging him to carry you. When Rhett refuse

rushed from Ivy's neck

absolute horror, wishing the fl

is ice-blue eyes darkening with rich, dangerous amusement. He slowly lifted his

said softly, his gaze never leaving Ivy's

with a sharp, decisive tug, stepping ba

nce. "Some of us grow out of tantrums, Mr. Rhett. Just as some of us learn to stand on our

fell into dead, su

our, the crystal stopper suspended in his hand

trageous insult, but Everet lifted a single, relaxed finger,

licker of offense

deepened, a predatory, lingering smile t

over the syllables like dark silk. "That is certainly the

ng to grant him the satisfac

vy said, keeping her chin level, "I n

e toward the corridor, her spi

y voice drifted through the heav

iss Carlisle. You run hot today. I

look back, marching down the hall until sh

ng in three deep, shuddering breaths. Her cheeks were still fl

of Tom Ford crimson lipstick, and retraced the sharp con

er terrace to let the biting November wind clear the lingering sce

ale winter sun, but before Ivy could reach the stone b

o managed to sneak p

d resting on the bra

a white fox fur stole, clutching the arm of Jordy Norton, who was l