s of the Wilcox building. Her eyes were blo

rs. Wilcox, you can't go up t

d into the private executive elevator

he hallway like a woman walking to the gallows. She didn't k

k, signing a stack of documents. He wore his suit

to his secretary, who

ed out, pulling the

t. The only sound was the

e of paper down on the polished wood. It w

hoarse. Her throat burned. "One million dollars f

ned back in his leather chair. His fa

an inconvenience," Angel s

elt like a physical slap t

s gripped the edge of his desk. Her knuckles tur

to the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked out ove

Warner,"

d the oxygen o

oman Angel had loved before the trust fund forced him to marry

n't turn around. "I need to give

d. The edges of the

marriage?" Joy whi

d to face her. His

e to be married by thirty to inherit the voting shares. You needed money

ek until she tasted blood. Th

reath. She straig

me," Joy said. Her voi

kened. A muscle

into this," Angel warned.

from the desk, lifting her chin. "Unless she looks me in th

e room in three

ruising the skin. He forced her to look up into his furi

hitting her face, "I will make sure you and your pathetic b

didn't blink. She stared right bac

y, a ph

Angel's personal cell phone in his

aw loosened. He pulled the pho

fraction of a second. The rage me

ered th

was soft. Gentle. A voice he ha

one ripped through Joy's c

the coat rack, listening to the woman on the

k at Joy as he wal

th his hand o

gel said over his shoulder, his voice

alke

ave out. She sank to the floor, her back against