Dying, I Left His Ruthless Bed

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ndo of the orchestra. Kade's fingers were still digging into my hip, his eyes searching mine for

was soft, barely a breath, but in the vacuum between us

rld, marriage wasn't a contract; it was a life sentence.

, uncomprehending shock. It was as if his favorite hunting dog had suddenly spoken Latin.

question was a low rumbl

red, my eyes locking with his pitch-blac

lackened-just a fraction, born of pu

ny through my chest, my lungs protesting the exertion, but I didn't sto

lroom broke. Whispers

is face twisted, the predator reawakening. "Isabelle!" he roared, takin

tance, a figure in shimmering

itched perfectly to sound like a concerned peacemaker while her eyes gleam

t her hand, his gaze burning a hole t

nly enveloped my shivering shoulders. The scent of expensiv

ping his tuxedo jacket over me. His expression was tight with concern,

, his hand hovering protectively near my back without

kin, covering the red dress Kade hated so

ng to a lethal register that made the nearby guests recoil. He sh

a dog," Devon retorted, his jaw set.

legs moving on autopilot. Every step away from Kade felt like tear

p and I swear to God-" Kade lung

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hrough a mirror. A high-pitched scream pierced the air, followe

eavy mahogany door

And in the center of the wreckage lay Carla. She was sprawled amidst the shar

er arm where a jagged piece of cr

n's coat-to Carla, bleeding out on the floor because he had shoved her. The entire room was ga

without destroying the fami

ht he would step over her bleeding body to come for me. The hatred and possess

uty won. It

tration, Kade turned his back

taining with her blood. He was the monster who had broken m

bubbled in my throat, b

rged gently, his h

and walked into the cool, dark embrace of the night. I had won the battl