Reborn As The Tycoon's Hated Ward

pain fractured th

space around her was massive, lined with dark mahogany shelves and row upon row of expensive,

own. Her sto

was practically sheer, clinging to her skin.

ena Hancock. New York socialite. A ruined reputation. A desperate, pathetic plan to

had read before falling asleep. She was the villain. And she had just exec

ur time is

f the heavy wooden door was flat. It held n

e Wall Street wolf. The man who could de

thes. She could not face him like this. She tore through the racks, her hands shaking so b

on, wrapping the thick material tightly around her small frame

The click sounded like a

ine against the back panel of a suit rack.

r pushe

r dripped from the ends of his dark hair, landing on the collar of the rob

ead and locked his gaze directly on the g

l. The silence stretche

ubbing the fabric to ground herself. The original Helena would have c

excuse. A reason for being in his c

rd asked. His voice was a low,

ped into focus

oulders drop. She forced her eyes to widen, relaxing

t next to her. She opened the door. She stared at t

ard's jaw. He watched h

ing. "Eleanor, are you in there?" she

ked at Hayward. She blinked, keepi

iry. "I'm playing hide-and-seek with my

er face, searching for the lie. He was looking for

ned back to a different cabinet.

e whispered to

He stared at her as if she were a puzzle with missing pieces. He thought she was e

he lapels of the oversized coat tighter around her neck

he heat radiating from his

ured, staring straight ahead at the

she had to fist the heavy material at her sides to keep from trip

nter of his closet, watching the oversized coat swal