Sinful Temptation: Mr. Playboy Zillionaire Pleads For My Return

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urtis's ear, dark with longing. Heat seared t

the muted weeping of mo

o behind the funeral home, Iris whimpered, h

up, her long legs brushing against the sharp f

..

esterday, a pair of shameless lovers were mak

s, a wealthy socialite, pressed a silk handkerchief to her lips as she

a slut. No shame, even in a funeral home," Br

han people who had a chaotic

reviewed by the Lambert family. It won't be

jolted as coffee spi

. "Iris, steady your hand

quiet scrutiny. "Bryanna, you've raised her well-polite,

oman's purity is her most valued virtue. For those

s it swung open. "Mr. Stewart h

mpeccably polished leather shoes, the sharp lines

d Bryanna, his voice carrie

smile. "You only got back yesterday and headed strai

night's scandalous encounter. She still couldn'

r hand was blistering,

cross paths,"

taking it from her grasp and p

nd flushed a furi

ity-yet just as easily, he could deny their conn

it wary of Vincent. And with him being overseas for the

is obvious. She looks like a mouse co

m. Perhaps it's time I find him a wife. Someone who can g

wn. "I heard Dolores Dawso

dering a connection through marriage wi

s resting lightly on the delicate po

ven further, her nails

l. "I'll let Mrs. Dawson kn

aid with a wide smile. "Looks like we'll be rai

a and Gretchen lingered near the e

The funeral home had security cameras. Th

ling it between his fingers before placing it b

ght. "They'll dis

and vibrant green foliage. Inside, the space felt private, almost secluded; anyone outside

ge might reveal their faces

cigarette, his tone almost amused, as i

elder brother, Vincent had ta

of the city's industries, he stood a

r was nothing more than

a catastrophe wa

nted window lowering to reveal a few stylish young m

gers, his eyes sweeping the street. With no t

backward glance, he strode

f, leaving a trail

e butt resting in her palm,

a temporary amusement-used,

..

t foot in his fam

nged a meeting with Elianna Da

night, he

ight entertain himself however he wants, but when it comes to important matters, he

the sofa, his eyes settling

owed. "Your hand? W

into a fist. "It's not

Mr. Stewart is quite the gentleman. H

nd held it out. "This is Elianna

n shifted his attention to

the photo closer to Iri

of lilies, her delicate features radiating

barely perce

nute before setting it down. "Not bad.

nna's choice. So why did it so

nt had a preference for w

ned Elianna had her eye on you for a while, Vincent. Seems

her room when a tall figure stepped into her pat

uttered, his breath w

was unyielding, holding her f

tment," he murmured,

tung he

rfect union between two powerful fami

was she

Dawson will find out?" Ir

he hollow of her throat, his voice lo

shut as warm tears st

secret lover, a

nna's adopted daughter-a me

was that she

girl, given the opportunity to study. But it had all

one to rely o

Enrolled in the top college in the city,

h to buy her own apartment, live like any normal

d she ever pictured being

le V

Vincent cut in, his gr

a strain

it never happe

of something unreadable pa

into the phone. "I've got the surveillance footage now. Let's