The Fallen Heiress's Dark Contract Marriage

er forearm, her other hand steadying it

navigated the crowded, sunlit pool deck of the Beverly Hills mansion. Her black uniform clung to her skin

Sloane Adler st

ering quickly to the circle of wealthy heire

the swimming pool. The water ref

d directly in

weight to side

designer stiletto caught perfectly against Ila'

um violently halted.

shed onto the stone deck. The deafening shatter of

e splashed onto the hem

sound was high, dra

outed. "You ruined my dress out of

nstantly. The sudden s

ght, suffocating circle for

, hard stone. She began picking up the jagged pieces of crystal with her b

Ila said. Her

ass of dark red wine from

la. She tipped t

oaked into her hair. It ran down her face, stinging her eyes, a

whispered. They openly mocked the former princess of Bever

ails dug into her palms until the s

orward. She shoved both her h

ll bac

cold water of the swimming pool swal

ears. The heavy, wet uni

rface, gasping for air. Water and

reached up. Her wet fingers gripped

ted her sharp stiletto heel dire

d. The metal heel g

tallic taste of blood flooded

tepped out from the deep

heavy thud of his leather shoes against

s overwhelming physical presence instantly silenced

ed. His voice was low. It carrie

her face. She stumbled backward, aw

ool water soaking into his bespoke trousers. He exte

the mysterious man. Her chest he

lack eyes locked onto hers, silently challe

er trembling, bruised hand firml

ulled her out of the water effort

draped it heavily over her shivering shoulde

tep forward. "I'm so so

mpletely ignored her existence. H

la spotted a familiar face arri

eman. Her

meted. Her breathi

of here," Il

ack. He guided her quickly through the parting