From Cliffside Betrayal to Unbreakable Love

ts. The rain dripped from the sharp line of his jaw. I could feel the tension in his ankle, the rigid set of

strong and impersonal, and hauled me to my feet. A scream of pain tore from my lips as my broken leg protested, and the world tilte

f rich leather and a faint, clean scent of expensive cologne. It was a world away from the mud and rain I ha

He didn't look at me. He just stared straight ahead through the rain-lashed wind

rd rumble. "I'll drop you at the emergency entrance and wash my hands

a messy complication in his otherwise orderly, ruthless world. I huddled in the seat, shivering uncontrollabl

acked phone, which I'd thought was lost or destroyed, lit up. The screen was a spider

pped the notification. The

ive. They're huntin

ew I had survived. He wouldn't just let me go to the police. He would come for me. He would finish

rough my panic. His eyes flickered from the

t was pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. *Trust no one.* Did

felt like an eternity, the only sounds the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers and the hum of the powerful

sharp turns, heading toward the exclusive, high-security district overlooking the bay. He pul

tal," I said, my vo

powerful, very well-connected man, Mrs. Vance. The moment I left you at Veridia General, he would have been n

ing me as crazy, laying the groundwork to

s boring into mine, "you'll be sedated, institutionalized, and handed right back to him on a silver platte

nd sterile, all glass and chrome and shades of gray. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking, rain-swept view

medical suite that was better equipped than most clinics. He set my leg, stitched the gash on my forehead, and cleaned my countless cuts and bruises w

clothes-a simple gray sweatsuit that felt sinfully soft ag

gument. "Use the time to rest, figure out your next move, and

xurious, with a bed that looked like a cloud and an en-suite bathr

it. "Why help me at all? You hate my husband. Y

me. The broad set of his shoulders was rigid.

, his voice low and laced with a venom that chilled me to the bone. "He cost me

lent room. I wasn't a person to him. I was a weapon to be aimed at Mark. I had traded