The Silent Bride's Dangerous Billionaire Escape

screeching sound that vibrated right up Gracelyn's arm and settled in her te

g about horse

at his filet mignon like he was killing it for the second time. "I told t

Her stepmother, Elena, was sitting to her right. Gracelyn didn't have to look at Elena to know she was watching her. She could feel Elena's gaze

table. His hand, damp and h

was a violent, physical rejec

elbow knocked into her water goblet. The crystal tipped. Ice water floode

nearby tables died

loded in Gracelyn's shin. Elena's

happening under the table. She dabbed at the spill with her napkin, smiling apologetically

flicked a droplet of wate

lt shaky. She raised her hands

es. "Make it quick. I

the moment she rounded the corner into the long, dimly lit corridor leading to the restrooms, her posture collap

ere. She couldn't let t

hall. The red EXIT sign hummed, a beacon. She pushed

she s

urant staff. They were Montgomery security. Gracelyn's father, Richard, had

She spun around, looking back toward the dining room. She was trapp

he restaurant manager was bowing low, practically scraping the

nd him. He was tall, wearing a black coat that looked like it cost more than Gracely

ntine

t and sharp in her mind-of encrypted files and a single, desperate act of sabotage two years ago. She didn't know the man, but she knew his em

second. Gracelyn had maybe ten seconds before the trap snapped shut. It was a terrible idea, a leap from a cage int

eached down and unbuckled the strap of h

was five fee

stumble. She l

s path. It wasn't a graceful fall. It was a collision. She slammed into his ch

s head of security, Marcus-but Constant

yn loo

e. The scent of him filled her nose-cedar, rain, and something cold, like steel. His eyes w

ace

ce. She stormed into the hallway, her face twisted

. She didn't look at Elena. She stared straight into Constantine's eyes. Her lips parted. No sound came o

lp

saw a flash of something that wasn't recognition, but assessment. He didn't know her face, but h

clinging to. The color drained from Elena's face. Her

he small of her back. It wasn't a gentle touch. It was possessive.

st looked at her with a cold, dismissive stare

r. "What's the hold up? The soufflé is-" He saw Constantine

ed Gracelyn's ear. His voice was a low

expensive, Mi

t. He knew. He knew she had th

said, straightening up. He didn't l

an iron band, and began to walk toward the exit. He for

ghter!" Elena yelle

uards stepped forwar

moved with practiced efficiency, stepping between them and the guards.

night. The air hit Gracelyn's flushed skin, chilling the sw

he lead Maybach. He didn't offer her

t i

invitation. I

oor, then at the dark interior of the ca

limbe