Rising From Ashes: The Divorced Heiress

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ke a shard of glass. She stood before him in a plain white dress, an apparition of stark simplicity amidst the glittering sea of couture gown

on, a glass of amber whiskey in one hand. He had been laughing with Robert Reynolds, the CEO of some tech firm he was pla

at her?" "What is she wearing?" "She

k her path moments earlier. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," she'd sneered, her

that focus was wavering under Julian's gaze. It was a look tha

at her face, a slow, deliberate motion. A cruel smirk played

nto a nervous scrape of bows. Robert Reynolds cleared his throat, a path

xanne added, rushing to Julian's side li

od rigidly by the massive oak doors. His voice was low, yet it carried

ithin minutes, the ballroom, once teeming with New York's elite, was empty. The sound of their hurried depa

She remembered the hope that had felt so real it was a physical ac

He was a predator, and she was trapped. She instinctively

is voice a low growl that vibrated t

e cologne and the whiskey on his breath enveloping her, su

ore," she whispered,

. "You will stay here, in this house, as my

f. The envelope fell from her numb fingers, scattering its contents ac

e was a mask of cold fury. He leaned down, his lips b

you had the right to talk about an 'end

er's name was the

ked out, the same futile word

eathed, his eyes burning with a hatred that consumed ever