t a frigid hush ove

or stammered, "But Rebecca

and every stitch of designer clothing to her. And now you dare try to bleed me dry?" T

ferred fifty thousand to Roger,

locked every Clar

elyn said, her

liberation washed over her, as

ird brother, Bryan Clark. "I hope our paths never

tood bewildered. "What has happened here?"

eard the family's complaints about he

hter!" Roger bellowed, his fa

one speaks her name in this hou

ue, though a nagging suspicion told him th

with the thrill of returning to a cherished passion. Her smi

however, was a stra

sharpened. "What's w

s my family's company... a small, steady business. But since yesterd

ason could wield such influe

d he targe

ause of th

d to Rebecca, so why

I'll sort this out," she declared, risi

marched into Jason's office, her voice slicing th

fted his gaze slowly, exu

his long fingers interl

till come to the Miller Group? I'll have my reception re

ce stoked Mad

ng closer, her eyes locked on his. "You're ta

re met Madelyn's, bu

ension. "You claimed you had no affair with him.

adelyn retorted, her voice rising. "If you rese

is anger flaring. "Do you real

think everyone is as unfaith

nerve. Jason's co

rounding the desk wit

de Madelyn freeze-she had never

ded as escape slippe

her wrist, unyielding as he

nded, a chill of dread

ntic, but his hold was ironclad, her wrist a

fell on

to the parking garage feeling like a plunge into uncertainty. He thrust her into the passeng

, tires screeching, and within moments, it

back to his house an

nd before Madelyn could catch her breath, she f

yet precise, secured her wrists above her head, their skin brushing in a w

me go!" she cried, her vo

on ripped Madelyn's clothes, his hand grazing her

We have thirty days until the divorce is finalized. Until then, you're

d. "Have you lost your mind? Why would I stay with you? Y

his hold, her struggl

son shot back, his voice low and uny

under Jason's relentless hands, his touch

er eyes blazing with f

and Jason knew every sensitive spot on her

wh

d for divorce with more f

e still t

y a stand-in

n struck Madelyn like

a stand-in for Rebecca, aren't you? You don't even want me, yet here yo