Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

que clasped her hands together, her voice a reverent hush. "You are the

woman looking back was a stranger, encased in a million dollars' worth of ivo

the syrupy compliments. It came from her cl

formed in her stomach. She gave a cur

it. The screen lit up with the na

her voice fl

o stay calm!" Kaylynn's voice was a ragged whispe

d the assistant exchange an uneasy glance, their refl

g at them. Her gaze was locked on her o

er words tumbling over each other. "Across from NY Premier W

glass. The hand holding the phone gr

was holding the door for someone. He was helping her down the

A photo. With a thumb that felt disconnecte

d, crisp and da

as a look of profound, tender devotion. His hand, the same hand that was supposed to place a ring on her finger in three weeks, w

Fifth Avenue-it all dissolved into a roaring silence. The only sound was the frantic, p

y savage they were generously polishing into a society wife. Three years of an engagement that was nothin

or was no longer a hollow shell. A dangero

gasp echoed

dug her fingers into the delicate French lace, the t

g fabric was like a

eetheart neckline down to her waist. The ma

kirt, shredding the layers of tulle and silk organza. She ripped the veil from her hair, tearing it in two. I

stammered, her face ashen.

the air, sharp and cold as a shard of

on the floor. With methodical, unnervingly calm movements, she p

e for work, began to ri

lined the call, then blocked the number. A moment later, it ra

d. Her voice was a pla

liar edge of impatience he reserved only for

ugh caught in her t

te rest. No stress, no excitement." He paused, gathering himself

he lie, to the pathe

She looked at the carnage of the dress on

d, her voice im