The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

even, each toll a heavy hammer blow agains

her dress, her knuckles white. Her gaze was fixe

rs burs

ing the chill of the New York ni

even loo

long mahogany table. The sound cracked t

to the coffee table in front of her. They scattered slightly,

gn

d of any emotion, echoing

eyes wide with disbelief at the man who was, in name, h

ad stolen her voice. She could only lift a trembling

his head away in disgust. "I have no inte

t. She lowered her hand and, with a surge of desperatio

y, but his expression only grew colder, laced with re

casting a suffocating shadow. "I

hand jerked, water sloshing over the rim. He looked from Damien's rigid b

She wanted to scream, to explain, but her throat was a bl

d touched something unclean. "The agreement is gene

and threw it onto the papers.

ve ten

e liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass of whiskey

Two years. Two years since she married into the Beaumont family, an

herself in front of Damien's sister, Stella, saving her but

ted the crash out of jealousy. He hated her for it. Hat

nutes

acing the heavy crystal glass

t moved. The impatience on

enace. He grabbed her wrist, his grip like s

mbled, her other hand flying

p forward, his f

glare from Damien

u won't sign," he snarled, a cruel satisfaction in his v

in their master suite. The mattr

blue eyes burning with a mixture of

n her in an instant, his weight pinning her down

pered, the words a venomous promise, "y

ing tears. He took her with a punishing forc

broken form on the bed without a flicker of w

as if he had just compl

and cruel. "If this child is truly mine, I will keep it. As