Secrets Of The Broken Genius Bride

rolling over the thick Persian rug sent a

tulle skirt of her wedding dress that her knuckles ached. The master bedroom of the Manhattan pe

oors were shoved open

y. The hallway light spilled in behind him, projecting

ted the corner of his mouth. He didn't say a word. He simply pushed the joyst

ht pressing against Allie's chest. She had

ie stammered, forcing

and the hem of the heavy wedding dress caught

A

instinctively to catch her fall. Her pal

Curtis'

e decanter hovering over his glass. The air in the room

ath the expensive fabric of his trousers d

over her. She snapped her h

with a murderous,

shot out. His fingers clamped around her jaw like

grounded out, his voice a low, vibrating growl that thr

ally against his grip. Tears welled in her eyes from th

. He shoved her face away, releasing h

crubbing the exact spot on his thigh where her hands had rested. He wiped it

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f directly at her face. It fluttered d

r glance. He rolled out of the master bedroom an

echoed in th

st, pressing a trembling hand against her red, throbbing jaw. She bit the i

hone on the nig

ad silence. The screen lit up with h

ragged breath and

mediately. There was no 'hello', no 'how

red, her throat tight. "He ha

for Danae's private facility is exactly forty-two thousand dollars. If I don't get the capit

ted. Her defensive wal

ng her voice low so the guards outside wouldn't hear. "

ne wen

and curled into a tight ball at the foot of the bed. She kept her eyes wide o

gh the floor-to-ceiling windo

A maid's voice filtered through. "Breakfast is se

d gray dress she had brought from home. She splashed freezing water on her face to hide the

le, reading the Wall Street Journal. He didn't even b

e scanned the room, desperate to find an

ront of Allie. It held a single cup of bl

r throat. She took a bite of t

Her voice sounded incredibly we

ge of his newspaper

coldly. "Do not interrupt me w

he table. The image of her mother's ventilator flashing

eration proposal..." she s

r. His eyes held the kind of naked, unfiltered disgus

Sterling Vance, his chief executive as

aid, handing Curtis a sleek tablet, effe

t. He glanced at it,

s cold gaze back to Allie. "Get yourself cleaned up. We

He simply pushed his joystick a

is retreating back, a deep sense of powerle