Broken Wife, Billionaire Husband's Vengeance

retracting instinctively. I saw it then, a flicker of primal fear in his eyes. He had always been terrified of Jerimiah, ever since he was a boy, even before

f considerable influence in his own right, stepped into the ruined doorway, his face a mask of shock. Brooks's ey

l reeking faintly of the alcohol he'd been consuming freely all night. He rushed towards the older man, feigning tears, his voi

ndfather Thomas and lacked Brooks's familial connection, standing awkwardly a few paces behind, attemptin

was going to use it to take over Helios, to ruin everything Dad built! I had no choice but to stop her!" He gestured wildly at me, still half-submerged in th

in my abdomen growing steadily worse. My vision was swimming, but through the haze, I saw him. Jerimiah. He stood tall and unyielding, a dark, formidable figure framed by the shattered doorway. His

ral agony. A guttural cry, raw and primal, tore from his throat – a

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into the pool, the cold water doing little to stem the heat of his rage. He didn't hesitate, didn't flinc

ly audible, tears streaming down my fa

men, at the horrific crimson bloom expanding around me. His jaw clenched, a muscle jumping violently in his cheek. He saw the shattered porcelain on

ss of the blood and water. His touch was both fiercely possessive and incredibly tender. "Hold on, Alexa," he

"She was trying to steal the company, Grandfather! Trying to taint our bloo

eyes, usually gentle, were now wide with a dawning horror. He saw the blood, the shattered phone

voice hoarse with shock. "

n fact," he turned to Jerimiah, who was still holding me, his back to them, "if she's so desperate for a husband, I'll even marry her. We can still present a united front, Jerimiah. Provided, of

ger just furious; they were cold, fathomless pits of absolute darkness. He s

dical team here. Now. And if they're not here within five minutes, I will personally see to it that you never draw another br

ms. His hand, still trembling, slowly dropped from his mouth. He pulled his arm away from Brooks, a subtle but decisive mov

e a knife. "Jazmyne. You fools. You have no idea what you've done." His eyes, filled with a profo