Escaping The Bewitching Madness Of His Heart

I'd never want Bryson to let you down," Brianna Mills said warmly, patting Jani

ng his normally distant eyes. "Grandma, I treasure her. I wouldn't let anything-or a

hing a file to her chest. The warm atmosphere

ir secrecy was for her own good-he wanted to protect her reput

fter night, mingling with clients until exhaustion blurred her vision, and

ridiculous, as if all those years of loyal

only daughter of the wealthiest man in Ewriron-stood next in line to inherit the sprawling fortune.

ldren-a son and a daughter-making the

circles, like the moon surrounded by stars-it was nearly im

the pain snapping her back to reality. Sh

e of modesty and restraint. Barely out of her early

lders, wispy bangs falling just r

he hardly spoke, yet her purity and understat

he two of them sharing soft, privat

ace, her cheeks glowing wit

ckered across Made

e'd always treated those arrangements as mere formalities-never bothering to keep up app

thing was off. Some

py lay sprawled across Bryson's l

ing through the silken fur-a sight that left Madelyn stunne

eeks picking out a sweet, gorgeous ragdoll cat, hoping to surpris

at once, warning her coldly that if she ever brought a pet

lap, tail thumping lazily, while he absentmin

lating edge creeping into her ex

d she witnessed him bend for anyone-let alone tole

as though her heart had been pricked by a thousand i

Leaning closer, she murmured, "The supplier needs this signed. If we

with the faintest flicker of irritat

rs, but her tone remained steady. "You ignored my

slightly, her bright eyes sweeping over Mad

oliteness. "Thank you, Miss Sutton. I'm M

tion back to Bryson, her voice shifting into business mode. "Saturday e

sharp and impatient, "Handle

ring office matters into the house. Letting outsiders come and go in the Mills Mansion

iated regal confidence, Brianna spoke with quiet com

I understand, Grandma. The staff made

was the one who'd told her, in urgent situations, she

t now he silently sided with Brianna, lett

t back toward Madelyn, and snatched up a wet wipe, scrubbing his hands with practiced indiff

rely above a whisper. "What

p, fixing her with a cool, unreadable stare before deliver

e. She'd never warmed to Madelyn. There was always something guarded and

words lilting with gentle authority. "Bryson, don't let work

r instantly softening. He reached for a delicate p

Dinner will be ready soon,"

der gesture cut through her composure, and for a fleeting moment, she looked eve