Bound By Lies: The Unwanted Contract Wife

Manhattan penthouse, her stilettos making no sound on the Per

a crystal glass, the ice cubes clinking crisply against t

lista pulled a brown kraft envelope from

dum to our prenuptial agreement," she s

re tilting his head back to drain the liquor

eeping over his wife of two years as hi

eldest daughter of the Harriso

velope over, spilling a stack of high-definitio

the Four Seasons Hotel; the woman's face was intentionally blurred o

ght middle finger-formed from years of holding a microsurgical scalpel-s

l tumbler onto the stone su

as a question, yet his voice was

derous glare and ke

Palmer's tabloid scandal hits the front page tomor

r, pale finger and tappe

y on Fifth Avenue as hush money. Tha

d expression, his jaw tightening as cold

yanked his tie loose, and stro

el caught on the metal base of a barstool-no r

f her hips, trapping her completely between his arms as

reath brushing her ear,

Fifth Avenue

n his rough fingers caught her chin, forc

As Kevin spoke, his thumb dragged slowly and suggestive

a flicker of panic passing through her am

do you

ess suit without a shred of pretense, the co

rital obligation

tering the composure she had barely managed to hol

o break free of his grip, h

is not in t

r chin, ignoring her struggle a

e your clothes

nce, broken only by the faint hum

tight fists at her sides, nails digging deep into her palms-her p

slid both hands into his trouser pockets, looking dow

y, one notch at a time. Just when Kevin tho

ted shaking fingers to her collar, undo

, the mockery on her face freezing as h

ed to the floor, revealing her pale skin and the

shoulders rigid, his voice

o the b

t, walking barefoot down the long corridor toward the master

rom the living room. Her back slid down the door panel until sh

etallic click of the door