His Ex, My Hell
agne hit Ava Miller as she opened the door to
ffee table. A silk scarf, not
ne. Cleaning up. E
ed on the sofa, still in his tuxedo from last night
ted. "Took you
m. "Handle her. And the press, if she
ed. Like he was asking
ace impassive. "O
onde and disheveled, was just waking up. She l
u?" the wom
alm, professional. "Mr. Davenport has reque
envelope on the nightstand. "Sign this, and the content
nvelope, then back to Ava, a flicke
state empire, had nearly died. A rare autoimmune disorder, triggered by a reckless lifestyle and the emotional fall
only compatible match. Her unique stem cells, he
debt. Her younger sister, Lily, needed an
Ethan for five years. She would provide the life-sustaining biological components – painful, regular extrac
e almost up. Just
r existence. Three more months of the agonizing procedures that left her drained and a
or, routine procedure. He n
re Davenport Sr. in his imposing study.
oice steady. "I wanted to discuss
his gaze sharp. "Termination? Ava, t
that all arrangements will be made for a swift and quiet disso
. "You've been... efficient,
of the bargain," Ava
the air between them. It had de
his?" Theodore asked, a rare note o
t, I will disappear. I will not seek any further compensation,
emn, a vow she had ma
r, their faces etched with desperation. The inn, the
l," her father had stammer
avenports. They can save us. Sav
idn't know. A man who need
al choice. Not when Lily's life hung in the balance.
medical fragility. He'd made his disdain clear from the first day, parading a string of women through their lives, many of
rue depth of Ava's sacrifice. It wasn't just her freedom, her dignity. I
r childhood sweetheart, her fiancé, a brave NYC firefighter, had been reported killed in t
r neck, hidden beneath her clothes. A small, locked box held his let
t allowed her to endure Ethan's cruelty, the coldness that Etha
ke the ones she'd read about. Serenity Glen, in the Pacific Northwest. A place to simply be, to honor Liam's memor
e. She would find