Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

devastating words to come as he stared at Araminta, who stood drenched and broken in the doorway. I

eedles. She stood shivering, her knuckles white as she gripped her phone. The scre

he future of the Doyle famil

p in her stomach. Ahead of her, the massive black hull of the superyacht Leviathan bobbed rhythmically on the dark wa

guards in black suits blocked her path immediate

voice fighting against the wind. "I have

nsulting thoroughness. He pulled out the thick envelope,

xpectin

of the storm vanished, replaced by the soft hum of climate control and sm

n't stand. He held a crystal tumbler of amber liquid, his index finger tracing

ak floor. She felt small, dirty, and out of place among the women lounging

s clicking too loudly in the qui

ine to straighten. "The revised terms. J

He took a slow sip of his drin

le that seemed to vibrate in the floor

the models whispered something to her companion.

Araminta said, though her voice

e stood up. He was taller than she expected, broad-shouldered, blocking out the l

arge and rough, and gripped her chin. He tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.

, to run. But the image of her brother, Griffin, hooked up to machines in a sta

s brushed her ear. "If I sign this, do you stay? Are

g on the edge of a rug. She stumbled, her hip collid

as

exploded across the floor. Champagne foamed over the

heart hammering against h

A slow, cruel smile curved his lips. It was the l

," he m

uncapped a fountain pen and scribbled his signature on the

et, right into the pile of bro

ing his back on her. "Tell Javen I have n

ably. She reached for the folder. A jagged shard o

of bright red blood fell onto the white co

idn't look back at the models, or the guards, or the man who had j

ack into

one, she sat in the back of a taxi. H

e connected. Her voice was thick

ere was music in the background. "Good. Great. Listen,

ne wen

ack, reflecting her own haggard face. A cold kno

state. The security guard peered into the car, hesi

cars. Expensive cars. Bent

air heavy and humid. The windows of the manor were blazing with light. Music

n the heavy oa

act, unlike the one on the yacht-glittered under the

inning a woman. She wore a red dress that cost more than Araminta's e

t. He looked happy. Happier than

to the marble floor, clutching the blood-stained contract. She

s of wine near the stairs. Her eyes landed on Aram

ancing. He turn

was safe. There was only annoyance, sharp and clear. He loo