signed the slip without a glance at the total, his monogrammed cufflinks-the same pair

Giselle recognized that hollow, shell-shocked look: it was the same expression she'd seen

voice stopped her. He didn't ra

don't belong to you seem

the St. Regis billing records Giselle had AirDropped to him that afternoon, the words laced

a women's shelter. I'm paying for the trouble my fiancé

w. She would leave with

ags and fled the boutique. The door chimed as she ran out,

mptiness. This was exactly what she'd promised herself in Garnet's

gainst her hair. His thumb brushed the bare skin of her waist, the same possess

isfi

phone in her pocket pressed against her thigh-Garnet's contact st

d, her voice low. "And why d

as she'd known he'd show up the se

smile playe

rhood. As for the tit

him. The staff had already boxed her purchase and several other items Garnet had apparently selected for her. She caught a glimpse of the diamond earrings she'd pointe

e he'd done this a thousand times-like he'd planned e

ake you

" she said. "I

es dar

on't test m

by now: he didn't make idle threats. The quiet command was more intimidating than any shout. Defeated, she gave a stiff

t. A long camera lens. A paparazzo. She'd spotted the same lens when they'd pulled up to the boutique, but

heir picture would be everywhere. He was trapping her. She touched the new phone in her pocket, her nails digging into her palm-the same an

oor closing with a solid, final thud. The sou

er jaw. As the car pulled into traffic,

ay. More ruthless

d from the best," she said, her voice as flat as his. The compliment sli

window, her mind racing. Trying to figure out how to play a game when her opponent owned t