arlisl

air still felt tainted by the vul

the cold night wind rush in, hoping it would blow a

low, I understood with piercing clarity that Julian and

r. "It's Julian. Ava, I know I was wrong. Are we reall

emotion, finding it almost laughable. He stil

. I just block

ine, I'm begging you, please let Julian go. He can't lose the 'Starl

hing but disgust. She was just terrified that if Julian we

"Are you worthy?" Then

two pieces of trash, I fe

prepare for tomorrow's meeting. Beckett. The

become my "fiancé," other than what my mothe

rofessional hockey. His aggressive style had made him the soul of the Boston Blades-thei

is stats. The tabloids claimed he never d

r exchange of benefits. I needed his family's power as a shield for my re

flawlessly tailored white Chanel suit

propriate smile, ensuring I would be in perfect f

the first time in seven years w

er private club in Boston, followin

he designated private room. Taking a deep

a perfectly fitted black suit, his frame tall and imposing. Even

f the door, he

is face, my

thern glacier. His nose was straight and high, his lips thin and pressed into a hard line. A faint scar

Colder and more magnetic in

aid, his voice as low

mposure, giving him a slight nod a

ng appraised. It was unsettling, but I met it wi

Sterl

bottles. My phone had been ringing off the hook with cal

an, what are we going to do? If the group really goes bank

ying solve anything?" my mind was consumed by the i

ger on Scarlett. "If you hadn't insisted on comin

gan to sob even harder. "I was just try

a sigh. I pulled her into my arms, making a promise. "D