The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Is A Queen

and. She stepped out of the limo in her

the private rehab center. The place looked

d nurse respectfully pushed open a massive glass door. In

g in a wheelchair. She wore a pure white

e, the dark tension left his bo

s voice dropped to a gentle tone Holly had never

e. Her eyes bypassed Crawfor

embled as she said she didn't know Mrs. Morris was c

ood a few feet away. She replied coldly that she was

elphine a parasite living off the Morris

and blocked Delphine from view. H

uff of Crawford's shirt. Her eyes turned red.

lently. She gasped for air, looki

the wall. He rubbed her back gently while glaring

y out. Her stomach churned violently

d Delphine into the inner examination r

nservatory. Surrounded by lush green plan

f the inner room. He shut the door. His

agged her roughly into an e

nst the solid wood door. He lowered his voice into a

im. She told him if his heart hurt so much, he shou

fire in Crawford's eyes. He felt his absol

cating and charged. He leaned in, his broad shadow entirely swallowing her smaller frame. The faint scent of her vanilla perfume clashed violently with the st

ent and raw, terrifying possession. The impact forced a sharp gasp from her thro

est, each strike fueled by years of pent-up resentment. But he anticipated her resistance. His large hand shot up, his fingers w

hing her body against his. He tried to force

nurse's voice called out from the hal

shed violently back into his brain, shattering the primal haze that had consumed him. He abruptly let g

to her right arm. She used the opening to strike. She swung her hand in a wide, vicious arc and slapped him across the face with e

he back of her hand, trying to scrub away the lingering heat of his touch. She looked at his shocked profile as if he were nothing mor