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last choice you'll have to make between them. Your wife, or the woman you
icolas Reed's face turned grim bene
dress, delicate and trembling, every
think about me. Save Ashley. She's your wife. Knowing you're h
t-her body streaked with blood, her breathing weak,
kidnapped together, Nicolas was for
had chosen Ashley-and watched the kidnap
roline, he had chosen Ashley-an
e Caroline, he had chosen Ashley-
t the man she had loved for ten long years, still clinging to the desperate ho
spare her so m
e blurted without hesitati
lips. Days of torture had shredded her voice unti
he was his wife, so why did he look s
n her, and all she found there was
ept finding ways to go after her. For all I know, you were the one who arranged this kidnapping. If putting your own l
ad, tears blurring her battered fac
s refused
, took Caroline the moment her restraints were un
in soft, trembling little sobs that made
he tilted her face just enough to catch Ashley
cision, her lips formed t
in that brutal second, she understood this had been
o.
from Ashley's throat as she str
las spared her o
rcy in his eyes, only bare disg
he remarked aloofly. "I already picked Caroline. As for
ing sea, Caroline's shaky voice still dr
s your wife, and if she really dies because of
ly kept Caroline folded against his chest
ven if she dies, she
d her whole, the hatred in Ashley's
o her grandfather and her three older brothers. This was the man she had sacrificed her dre
ough the darkness in her mind. If heaven ever gave her a seco
.
beside her ear like a
er are you going to li
d open, and she sucked in fran
terror of drowning-only the familiar tr
e always been jealous of Caroline. Ever since she came back, you've been making her life miserabl
ed Ashley
ed her
.. Those ex
the day Caroline first set her up b
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