The CEO's Reluctant Bride
her chest, but her face re
always been rut
f like a busin
anything she
the expanse of his luxurious study. The scent of cigars and aged whiskey clung t
asked, voice low but
ild throwing a tantrum. "Not jus
"An opportunity for whom?" sh
nto a smirk. "For
ead. "Forgive me if I don't see how selling m
d. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the liquid
ard, jaw tightenin
llio
ucha
gma
stretched across ind
tent as his empire. Whispers of darkness, of a
had blood o
e'd do anyt
acher to a slow student. "Then
r nose, her voice barely above a
mply lifted his glass and took a sip,
her like a slap
eft her in a
s eyes cool. "That's h
ed, but she forced he
ity of it made
y mil
d put a price
ped from her lips, bitter and
some great wisdom. "You should be grateful," he
p them steady. "And what exactly does Marcus Ryder
was some puzzle piece he'd finally forced i
oom suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. He
drink, his eyes sha
tightly together. "I'm not some ches
"That's exactly what you are, Auro
rt thun
run, to get as far away from thi
r father's next words sliced
make sure you and you
le
ffocatin
d, her pulse skitterin
moving with deliberate calm as if this were j
't dare." She wasn't even of she said, b
ing, almost gentle. "Elaine's little house, her health care, her com
in her mind, a woman who had once laughed freely, now hollowed out, fragi
ew exactly wh
ed, almost fondly. "That's your mother in you.
lms, trying to anchor her
. "I'm pr
lit second, rage and helple
issed, voice shaking, "ye
yet, here you are. Ri
as backing her into a corner, and he kne
moth
her m
wouldn't hesitate. He'd tear
rd came out li
ead slowly, victo
that smug expres
to meet his gaze without fli
leisurely sip of whiskey.
stomach dropping, bu
orr
e with Marcus Ryder-the man who had
r, but James's voice foll
and A
gers tightening
appropriate. He app
aw cl
trust herse
eight of her father's deal pre
felt like
orr
help t
g...what will Marcus Ryder be like