n rug. Her lungs heaved, but Julian's knee in her lower back was an immovable anchor. Hot

ched the desperate, futile fight leave her body. S

ithout a single word, he turned and walked toward the master bathroom. The

the floor for

trapped bird. She snatched her damp coat from the floor. She didn't bother

He hadn't

d past a startled maid carrying a stack of towels, taking the grand sweeping

front doors. They gave way, and she spille

hed the main road, her feet were bleeding from the sharp gravel. A yellow taxi was cruising slowl

Chloe yanked the back door

coat pocket and pulling out a crumpled fifty-

er bruised neck and soaked clothe

ern mansion in the Hamptons. Chloe didn't wait for the driver to speak. She shoved the d

ors of the villa with her s

loe marched down the hallway, leaving a trail of muddy water on the pristine h

posed to be hiding in terror, was lounging on a velvet chaise, wearing a

lipping through a Vogue magazine, a cu

he imported tiles. Her chest heaved. The contrast between their luxurious comfor

s, tumbling onto the rug. She let out a high-pitch

gazine. She didn't look sur

s a guttural rasp. "Why

ing us, Chloe. A hospital doctor marrying into the Montgomery

e-hot rage consumed her. She lunged forward, raisi

nect, a thick, heavy arm

was purple with fury. He violently shoved Chloe backward. She stumbled, h

adjusting the cuffs of his suit. "How dare

eyes were red and wild. "I'm going to the police! I'm going

pocket of his suit and pulled out his smartphone. He tapped the s

ying to focus on

ead: Consent for Transfer of Life Support Systems. Sarah Price's

pit hitting Chloe's cheek, "and I authorize the hospital to u

d struck her chest. The blood froze

r a leaked medical photo, Chloe. It was horrifying. Honestly, that ugly fr

ls dug so deeply into her own palms that the skin br