Beyond The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession

the world adored. I told myself he wa

from a hospital bed to bake a cake for the

nto my back with a needle. He had me thrown i

ming pool filled with broken glass,

apable of love; he was just incapable of lo

ve for him was dead. The next morning, I finalized our divorc

m officially divorced from Alonzo Taylor. Best

pte

aide

love. He was simply incapable of loving me. I learned this the day his men dragged me from a hospital bed,

blic, he was a visionary, a titan of industry, a man whose logic was as sharp and cold as a surgeon's scalpel. To me, he was the

eful. I had eve

and love hav

, when he forgot our dinner reservation

n he sent his assistant with a Cartier

m than a home. He was always working, always traveling, always just out of reach. His apologies, when they cam

perates on a different plane. His work is his passion, and I should be a supportive

lient, can only take so much ne

spiring actress named Cinnamon Webster. At first, I dismissed them. Alonzo was rat

t, and they painted a picture

te of resources, had an entire botanical garden fl

ection, was photographed holding an umbrella for Cinnamon

had shut down an entire amusement park for a day just

member my favorite color, let alone shut down an amusement park for me. He was cold, yes, but he was consistently

s a seed, and it

ity was airtight, a fortress built of money and power. The investigator struggled for

ain manila envelope. My ha

m. He was looking down at a figure seated on a bench, a young man with a delicate, almost felin

d, unguarded tenderness that

prayed for, and starved for. And

al thing, a cold drea

tigator's office, a black sedan ran a red

blur of screeching met

arm in a cast. Alonzo's personal assistant, a man as

voice flat. "Mr. Taylor aske

hopes you understand that some curiosities are

My husband, the man I had loved and defended, had tried to hav

nto a glacial sheet of ice. Alonzo

ter for him. For

a frantic call from the local police department. Cinnamon Webster had been arrested for causing a

had stolen my husband's heart. I threw on my clothes over my hosp

draped in designer clothes and looking petulant

ho my boyfriend is? When Alonzo gets

ass doors to the

hanged, crackling with his power and authority. The noisy room fell silent. He didn't even g

lly acknowledging my presence. "What are you doing h

unable to move, un

n, his entire demeanor shifted. The ruthless CEO v

e degree. He walked over and gently brushed a stray hair fro

e it was being sq

And... and that security guard, he pushed me!" He pointed a dram

he guard, his eyes turning to

I was just trying to stop

commanded, his voice

forward. "Mr. Taylor, it was a misunderstanding. The

oice dropping to a terrifying wh

mon's age, hesitated for a second before his shoulders slump

uard mumbled, his face

apology isn't enough! Lonzo, he s

od ran

back into that sickeningly gentle look. "Of course, my

nt you to punish him for me. I want you to take his place.

ay, and we all knew it. I expected Alonzo to refuse, t

t even h

h," Alonzo

called in to give a statement, and bowed his head. "I apologize on be

bling himself for the whims of a spoiled brat was so shocking, s

, the hope I had clung to in the face of endless ne

t fade. It wa

not enough. Lonzo, you let him scare me. That means you d

ion I could now only recognize as blind adorat

f, triumphant second before landing back o

self. Ten times. Hard en

e officers in the room ex

quest in the world. He raised his hand, his eyes never leavi

choed through the silen

ac

n

ac

ic

ifth slap, a red mark was bloomi

had married systematically destroy his own dignity for another. And I knew,

dead. The h

ow, aching void. And a sudde