Too Late, Mr. Tycoon: Watch Me Bloom

st weeks away from marryin

were severely burned by an exclusive c

my career and cost me a th

ust frowned in annoyance, call

ried sick about my accident, while his mother ope

neymoon tickets and wrote Karis's name instead

I loved was so cruel, until I

censed, corrosive chemical Karis

r crime, treating me as a convenient placehold

m or beg for h

dding, I left the ten-carat diamond ring on

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d, a galaxy of ruthless stars. It was a beautiful prison

e. A text from my agent, David. *"Clare, any u

ing out a message, of the pressure on my bandaged fingerti

azzling smile as she insisted I try it. *"It's a new exclusive from Europe, darling. It will make your hands look like spu

lick of the lock disengaging. My heart gave a painful thud

saw me on the sofa, gave a curt nod, and walked straight to the wet bar. The clink of a heavy crystal tumb

My voice was a dry ra

said, the sound a low vibration in his ch

to my bandaged hands. A frown creased his perfect brow, but it wasn'

was the same one he used to ask for

tor wouldn't give me a straight answer. He said we'd need to wait

or a flicker of sympathy, of shar

ealed?" he pressed, focused o

my stomach. "He's not sure. H

osened the knot of his silk tie as if

words were meant to be comforting,

g out of his suit jacket. "I saw Karis today," he said

nails tried to dig into my palms, but o

ld me what happened. A minor accident. Sai

" The words were a

d a sliver of reproach. "Wasn't it? Karis was nearly in tears. Sh

fless concern, while my own tangible, searing pain

d for five years, the man I was suppose

ast and cold it stole m

hungry," he announced, his tone shifting

, his casual dismissal, had just pushed me of

silence a living thing

red by irritation. "What's wrong