The Scorned Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity

line stumbled as her heel caught the edge of the curb. Her vision tun

tone pillar of the club's entranc

easy

e expected never came. Instead, she was pulled against a firm chest that smell

clear the black spots dancin

er. The face was handsome, sharp-angled, with

o push herself upright. Her legs r

thing. He didn't let go. He shifted his grip to support her weigh

the club doo

ie aside mid-complaint, driven by an instinct he couldn't name-a s

ned the

s. And then he saw

ffton King. The media darling, the elusive heir of the Ki

as irrational-he had just signed the divorce papers-but seein

Cedric barked, sto

didn't release Evangeline. He just looked

alone," Cliffton said. "Something y

snarled, stepping into

r own, though she kept one hand on Cliffton's arm for balance. She looked at Ce

slapped him. "Evangeline, get

no home

ned dress, the other holding her phone. She took in the scene-the two powerf

wn the stairs. "That was fast, even for a gold digger. Di

es. He didn't say a word, but his glare was so intense, so filled with a predatory danger, tha

o the press, Evangeline, I will bury you in legal fees. I will enfor

cudgel. It was the only wa

rotect your murderer all you want, Cedric. The truth has

"Thank you for the help.

ffton asked, ignori

es

h dignity, despite the dizziness that still threatened to pul

led out his phone and typed the lic

d to get in his car and chase Evangeline, to demand answers, to dra

zing! And that man... did y

ghts of the Honda. He cursed under his b

Chloie. "Get in th

away, Cliffton King remained

Start with the foster system records after the car crash twenty-three years ag

r?" the voice on t

softly. "And she hates the Serranos.