gal title wasn't enough. She needed mo

powerful, mysterious, and an enemy of her

w him her "value." She would turn this marria

ce adopt an expression of fragile defiance, her eyes glistening with moist

ugh. "You're right. I don't just want to get away fro

e had voiced her true in

gaze steady and patient, like a hunter waitin

he Cross family, under the guise of being my 'guardians,' has taken everythin

med it as a financial crime, a corporate takeover, hiding

aid, looking directly into his

hed on his forehead.

me to help you fight th

ntial information from inside Cross Holdings. Information their competitors would kil

charity case. It made the offer sound like

t. The air in the car felt thick,

he might refuse, h

ing to his hand-the hand th

hone,"

her phone from her pur

ly across the screen. He dialed his o

l; he had created a new contact. The name wa

Hus

glanced at the unknown number on his sc

at did you save me as?"

le touching his lips. He looked at her and sa

y in his low voice, sent a

ith you, Mrs. Sharpe," he said. I

astasia said, quickly regaining h

giving her an address. "My butler will hav

t in her eyes. "Some goodby