Herminia leaned back against the plush sofa, rubb

teaming cup of chamomile tea. H

up a thick cashmere shawl from the armrest. He stepp

gave him a tired, grate

eafening crash exploded f

with brutal force. A gust of freezing wind

crawling out of hell. His eyes instantly

ooked like they were wrapped aro

Bradley's head, tu

ng a terrifying, violent energy. He walked

d instantly. She stood u

shielding Herminia behind him. "What gi

d Ignacio by the collar of his expensive s

the coffee table. The ho

ssive hand clamped down on Her

nia gasp. She tried to yank

ey pulled her hard. She cras

ttural growl in her ear. "You couldn't

y. She raised her free hand, aim

both her arms behind her back, pressing her

o his feet, rushing

ards in black suits flooded into the room and slamme

omous eyes. "If you want to keep your care

e guards. "We are just frien

el laugh. "She is my wife.

ling, Bradley bent down and threw her ov

his back, but hitting his soli

s strides long and angry. He shoved her

and slammed the door shut, c

d the driver. The Maybach shot forward lik