Divorced And Reborn: The Secret Heiress

he floor-to-ceiling window. Below, the lights of Fifth Avenue bled together in

or was a clean, sharp sound that sl

ored suit that seemed to carry the chill of the late autumn air. He moved with a

practiced smile re

re overcoat, a familiar ritu

felt like a physical blow. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea,

ying, a gardenia perfume that didn't belong in their ho

en, his footsteps echoing on the polished concrete floor. He tossed a manila e

surface, stopping just inches from

painful lurch in her chest. She knew, with a cer

umbled with the string-and-button closur

black letters, seemed to vibrat

take a slow, deep breath, then another, before lifting

, loosening his tie with an impati

ing pain that made her want to double over. Delma York. The

ure of amber liquid into a crystal glass. "My lawyer has been

er mind-pale and still in a private hospital bed, surrounded by the quiet hum of m

back across the island. "I won't sign it. Not like this." He

wly, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. The

. She met his look of cold fury head-on. "I want con

ure derision. He gripped the crystal tumbler, his knu

e vast room feel small and suffocating. He loomed over her, trapping her betw

voice low and venomous. "You're no different from any

ling her breath. She bit her lower lip, hard, the sharp tang of

suppressed pain. "It was a contract. A business arrangement.

h lived by, seemed to ignite the last of his control. With a roar of

xplo

Amber flinched back, but it was too late. A sha

down. A deep gash was welling with bright red blood, the dro

ed hand, a wave of diz

econd. A flicker of something-was it panic?-crossed his fac

his voice devoid of any emo

his study without a backward glance. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving Amber alon