𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌!

olfe hate

his own veins. Even the smallest crack in his

ne behind his back, it didn't take long

UC

ocheted through the Wolfe estate like thunder. Red liquid streake

first. She'd seen this rage before. She knew how it moved-fast, scorch

s voice was low, bitter. "If I wanted to marry Haile

her eyes trembled. "You don't have to shout. Hailey is still f

sbelief. "You really think marrying some woman becau

e replied carefully. "I'll talk t

teenager. I'm thirty-two. I run multi-billion-dollar companies, an

stood out. His suit jacket lay discarded over the couch, hi

tly. "She's always cared about you. It's n

say? That it's a suggestion? Because behind my back

ughed

print that Dominic Wolfe is finally

consider dating again. If not Hailey, then someone. Or are you-" she pause

fro

did you

understand! You're never seen with women anymore. You don't go on d

econd. Disbelief. Anger. A deep, b

ersation," he said coldly

or, then paused in th

spoken to your husband. Because he has no right-none-to make decisions on my be

ooked away,

the loving father? Ask for my hand in

his mouth. "If he wanted to play king,

mming the door behind him with a

leaving echoes in the marble hall

ybach. The driver-already waiting-didn't ask questions

tte. Smoke curled around his face, half-sh

Every inhale felt like breathing in ash. Ever

ated

al way a man could hate a ghost who never truly left yet alway

ater. The driver stepped out, circling to open

ara

lfe, ov

the rumors abo

rporation mergin

suit clinging to his frame like a second skin. Every camera caught the

hrough the chaos, not sparing a single glance at

heavy perfume, laughter that never quite reached the eyes. Powerful men stood in clu

r. Two oil magnates. A retired arms dealer turne

d his head sli

e sh

e fountain, in a wine-red gown tha

nne C

wned it. Arrogant. Unbothered. With lips too calm and eyes t

he looked

ferent. Mor

g his stare, and smiled like

pulled him there-curiosity, maybe. Or something older. S

tone low, teasing. "I didn't kno

ession unreadable. "Mr. Dominic Wo

nough sharpness to keep a man from gett

sked, eyeing the crys

sible dust from his lapel, her fingers deliberate. The touch s

se. A

ted. "You sure? Because last time

tongue," she said, voice like velvet laced w

y, but his gaze d

er did hi

like the others who saw power or legacy or family na

his arm again-just

felt th

reath hitched, but she masked it with a sip of wine. His cologne hit her next-clean

used to l

e used to

he didn't

ke her heart wasn't racing. Like her soul

ve. The noise of the gala faded, the lights di

out her felt

out her felt

And that unsettled h

gaze felt like it belonged to another life. Either

minic reached out, brushing his fingers gent

ed. Her bre

in him whispered: Just kiss her. It was irrational, reckless, and absolutely not h

h

ab

t clean through

g as a figure stepped smoothly between them

thy

cou

heek. "I missed you," he said, eyes flicking sideways-j

saw her jaw twitch. "Timothy," she

and infuriating. "Hope you're enjoying the night. Thought you'd

stare turn

o put your nose wher

being friendly. It's w

her voice sharper now as sh

ning to her with exaggerated c

did

t. Not just irritation. Rage. Possessive

ke that, talk to her like that,

ant to pul

he

she could leave, spinning her g

, caught b

against her skin.

ce was low. Dangerous

s hand on her other arm, matching Domin

on sp

each other over her shoulders. Vivianne stood

ghtly. He didn't know what the he

letting he

t