The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce

ight. Claudia sat on a bench outside her father's room, eating a stale sandwich from the vending mac

aud

miliar, like a favorit

e, holding a bouquet of yell

e marriage and duty tore her away. He had moved to Sil

stood up, the sa

coming out. "I heard about your d

came

ou? Al

, and he opened his arms. She buried her face in his chest. He smelled of cle

ay," she whisper

ud. I know.

ingly. For the first tim

i

ator doo

ilies-probably a token gesture for her father, or maybe he wa

opped

his pupils contract. His jaw clenched s

ilt flushing her cheeks even th

ides long and predatory. He didn't l

asked, his voice dropping to a t

tened his jacket and met Ezequiel's

iel repeated.

's ri

u doing hugg

aid smoothly. "Since her h

arby chair-carelessly, ruining the petals-and stepped bet

's waist, pulling her hard against his side. His

s hand was right there

snarled. "She doesn't nee

she isn't getting," Jaylen retorted, glanc

iel said. "Before I have

Claudia, his eyes soft. "Call me if you

walked toward

ting with tension. He didn't let go of

n?" Ezequiel whi

ha

divorce? So you can run back

he divorce!" she cried, tryi

g at where Jaylen had disappeared. "Maybe I do