Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon

seat of her Audi, the engine idling q

as passed since her fiancé Finn Kensington's scheduled flight had

ase twisted i

alert flashed across the display. It was the synced dashcam app connected to her Range Ro

reen. A garage break-in? The VIP lot was suppose

y, a dull thud against her ribs

Then the screen resolved into the dark, l

w shadows across the dashboard. A familiar designer

dition Birkin. Emerald leather. She had bought that exact bag

kicked in. The unmistakable sound of heavy, wet breathing filled the quiet

she felt lightheaded. Her fingers gripped the leather

tic reflection in the rearview mirror

ad looked her in the eyes this morning and

ssion-a expression she had never seen on him

iew. Her cousin's hands tangled

, breathless. "Tell me I'm better than her," she whispered, lou

God, you are. She's never-she's so cold com

umphant sound. "Then why ar

, his hands gripping her hips. "But i

Allison. The acid in her st

job offers in Europe for him. She had defended him to her friends, t

repaid her. In her c

, burning rage took over. It spread through her veins like

on the screen, ensuring the footage was saved directly to

p her contacts list and found the number for the

metallic, unrecognizable even to herself. "My Range Rov

's voice was laced with confusion. "

ty tarmac. "Have it towed directly to a scrapyard and crushed. I don't want a single piece

hands shook slightly, adrenaline floodi

ded to walk. If she sat in this car for one more minute, s

passenger seat, shoved her arms into the sl

heart hammered a suffocating rhythm against her ri

ocket. She pulled it out.

light. I originally planned to tell you earlier, but I forgot in the chaos. I will ma

ed at the text, her vision tunneling entirely onto

her surroundings. Her mind was a storm o

lounge, her vision tunneling so intensely

The impact felt like walking directly into a concrete pilla

g across the polished floor, her ankle

eyes, bracing for a humiliating, painf

waist with a bruising, controlling force, arresting her descent in a fraction of a second. I

ra-soft fabric of a bespoke charcoal suit. Beneath the layers, she fe

r-expensive tobacco, cedarwood, and a dist

hing in her throat. She met a

heekbones, lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line. His face was a per

coffee stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in

ght?" the man asked

ame stuck i

sting heavily against her waist, subtly stroked the fabric of her trench coat. The h

ld pull away. She should thank him

ist. His eyes widened. He had never seen Adam

k, breaking the connection. The sudden loss of h

ing into a cold, defensive register. "Y

ush creeping up her neck. She walked over, retrieved her phone fro

his gaze on her.

the terminal. He watched her retreating figure, his d

s. He had seen this woman before. In countless financial reports. In

's fiancée. The woman hi

locked onto her identity. He adjusted his platinum cuf

commanded, his voice a low, gravell