His Trophy Wife Is A Predator

uble doors of the Manhat

uttoned her trench coat and handed it to Ai

e moved. The effortless, aristocratic grace made his ski

hallway. His hands balled i

is?!" Braden shouted, his voic

topped

wn his body, looking at him with the same disgust

Instead, she walked ove

d herself a measure of sparkling water.

arble countertop echoed in the quiet room.

tone carried the heavy, arrogant cad

simply to earn the right to eva

flushed a de

spat back. "I am rebelling against

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umor. It was laced wit

arp click of her high heels against the hardwood floor soun

th to fund your little extreme sports hobbies is no

o scream back, but the wo

losed the distance, her

have never known a single day of real hunger. You have never seen a real w

nother ste

, how many days do you think you woul

ades hit the cold, painted wall of the ha

tened, but the pity in

nt enough to be a proper

shattered the very core of Braden's

letting out a choked, miserable sob, and sl

at his broken, weeping form like a que

ded. "And think very carefull

argue. He didn

useless. He dragged his feet across the floor, walkin

he stairs, B

ed down at Hazel standing u

errifying, iron-fisted aura that his late grandfather-t

ense of self-doubt eating at his che

of the water. A flicker of deep disdain for t

r stood perfectly still. He slowly pulled his phone

he shadows. She saw the

lculating smile touched her lip

ed toward her study. It was tim