His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Designer

rs of the emergen

ly bright lobby, her hand still gr

of her, holding up a hand at t

back. Please go to the fr

trauma room. She watched in horror as a doctor forced a me

the glass, her back hitting the c

t above the trauma

dizziness hit her. The room spun

ver, holding a clipboard with

y member's signature,"

he paper. She reached for the pen, but her ha

er lower lip until the sharp, metallic taste of blood

he pen and si

desk and walked down th

etely. She collapsed on

s stained with her son's vomit, and the deep cuts on the back of he

hallway, the VIP eleva

d metal doo

tailored bespoke suit. His brow was furrowed in d

stunning haute couture gown, her makeup absolutely flawless, lookin

and against the wall and slowl

truders. They looked entirely out of

ght above the trauma room for a fraction of a second, his jaw tighteni

g him?" he demanded, his

arrogant, entitled reprimand of a man who

gaze bypassed his face entirely

e multi-million-dollar aquamarine diamond neckla

d, her manicured fingers brushing against the heavy diamond pendant.

rd, her voice dripping wit

arth happened to po

nausea ripped throu

tained finger, pointing straig

sideways, using his broad

ed, his voice echoing in the quiet hall.

d out her phone. The screen was cracked f

he screen inches from Francis's face, sh

at," she said, her voice dropping to a terrifying, deadly wh

a second, Francis'

nal hammer drop," he defen

ce for the PR launch. I couldn't just wa

his excuse hit Ariann

pride, of shrinking herself to fit into his worl

hand. The cuts on h

strength she possessed and slapped Fra

k of flesh hitting flesh

of the hall froze, dro

handprint instantly bloomed across his cheek. His

ck. A cold, humorless

the way one looks