Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon

steering wheel in a slow, impatient rhythm-the same rhythm as the ticking of the Rolex on her wrist. The watch had been a gift from Finn Kensington, her f

k up her oldest friend from boarding school. Forty

sting in the cup hol

cted to her Range Rover-the one she had left parked in the VIP section of her favorite restaurant

P lot was supposed to be secure, but Manhattan was unpredictable. Her heart rat

. Then the screen resolved into the dark,

ow shadows across the dashboard. A familiar design

the bag. Her s

ather. She had bought that exact bag for he

ss why Cheyanne's bag was in

filled the quiet cabin of the Audi. Fabric ru

she felt lightheaded. Her fingers gripped the leather

he phone's speaker. He moaned a

Cheya

the rearview mirror. The streetlights illu

ad looked her in the eyes this morning and

ssion-a expression she had never seen on him

ngled in Finn's perfectly styled hair. Cheyanne leaned up,

whispered, loud and clear in the micro

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

umphant sound. "Then why ar

his hands gripping her hips. "But it

he slammed her hand against the window controls, rolling down the Audi window to gasp

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

as how he

r. With h

d, burning rage took over. It spread through her veins lik

n on the app. A red dot blinked on the screen, ensuring the footage was sa

cry. She did

found the number for the restaurant'

metallic, unrecognizable even to herself. "My Range Rove

's voice was laced with confusion. "

almly. "Have it towed to a scrapyard. I don't want

before he co

her system, demanding physical action. She r

r for one more minute, she was going to t

shoved her arms into the sleeves, and stepped out into th

automatic doors slid open, hitting

erlapping announcements, the shouting families-the noise grated against her hyper-focus

e tear escaped

cheek. She swore to herself, feeling the sting of her own nails, that she would not bre

buzzed in

out. A fresh t

meeting. Miss you. Can't

sion tunneling entirely onto the glowing screen. He was still lying to he

polished marble floor, completely unaware of her surroundings

near the VIP lounge

into a solid, u

. The collision knocked the breath from her lungs a

h stilettos. Gravity pulled her down. She braced her arms, ex

never

ist with bruising force. The hand pulled her upright in

cket. The fabric was incredibly soft, but the muscle beneath it was rock hard. A sharp

er breath catchi

r of dark, pr

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

n stood holding two cups of coffe

ight?" the man ask

ame stuck i

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

She should pull away. She

couldn

am's hand on Allison's waist. His eyes widened. He had nev

k, breaking the connection. The sudden loss of h

cing her spine straight. "You sho

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

his gaze on her.

perfectly still. He watched her walk away, his dark eyes tr

tly. Recognition flicke

financial reports. In society pages. In the

n Mont

s fia

s nephew was

ted smirk forme

lethal precision, and gave a subtle, silent no

I want to kn