way, his face twisting in disgust as i

he stone. She fell back into the arms of her te

violently. She tried to force a sickeningly sweet

ed out a pristine white silk handkerchief. Slowly, methodi

even loo

e was dangerously quiet, but it carried across the dead

rned a sickly

yatt in front of New York's elite was a social de

go of her arms, taking massive steps bac

ad, immovable line of his shoulders. Her chest ti

this. She couldn't let h

ng the stabbing pain in her foot,

clear and cold, cutting through the whispers. She stared di

. This directly contradicted the rumors the Hol

e shrieked, desperat

ief into a nearby trash bin. He

s eyes sweeping over t

ro room for debate. "If I hear one more rumor about her bloodline, the legal depar

ute s

their right mind would risk their famil

r own heart out just to keep him out of this exact mess. But now, in less than three minutes, he had leaped straight into the center of her meticulously built battlefield and detonat

whole body shaking. S

nsion. Beatrice Vance rushed into the garde

ey's pale face and bare feet,

ered the guards, her voice dripping wi

f-dragging the humiliated, sobbing heire

softening. "Aubrey, your foot. Let m

ake her

rice's sentence. It wasn't

quickly, stepping back. "I can call an

even acknowled

, bent his knees, and sco

his broad shoulders to stop herself from fallin

The untouchable, ruthless Callum Wyatt was c

garden with long, powerful strides, heading straight f

led out, pulling

brey onto the leather seat.

r slammed shut, s