A Woman Scorned Rises

it the proposal

9 mi

ion to put my name, Chloe Miller,

, marr

saw it. The whol

e to the heir of the Sterling empire. That proposal was su

he va

xts. Just a cold, empty penthouse and the deafening

s only broken

aris, then Rome, then Tokyo. H

h Je

"white moonlight," t

ly ill. Liam, out of the goodness of his heart, was taking his dyi

aint. I becam

ey were c

old and sterile. I didn't come here to cry or

d open, and t

e linen shirt. He stopped short when he saw me, a flash of

pale and her body frail. She leaned into him

is voice tight. "What

s were fixed on the w

aid. My voice was calm,

arm tightening. "What are you ta

ke next, her voice a

ase don't be

hind his shoulder, her

I just... I just wanted to see the

was the noble protector. And I was the cruel, jealous

looked down at her. He then turned

oming here and doing this i

rd, lowering his voi

ll talk later. Don't

ommand he'd used a thousand times. I

a small, q

ion designer handbag to her perfectly manicured na

voice dripping with a swe

, five-star tour of the world.

at Sarah, a sharp,

rible thing. But you, my dea