From Ruined Wife To Tycoon's Obsession

the edge of the Waldorf Astoria ballroom, her fingers smo

ogether until the joints turned white, desperately trying to mask the exhaustion of spending the last three sleepless ni

pine straight and walked down the thick, carpeted c

the sea of New York's elite, instantly locking onto the man sitting in

ked quickly to his side, bending down to tuck the edge

skin felt like dry parchment. He looked

Carson?"

the back of her neck, but she immediately pul

th Silicon Valley," she lied, her voice steady. "

ffort. He opened his mouth to speak, b

uble doors of the ballr

across strings filled the silence. The low hum of conversation from the s

pils dilated. The air trapped itse

eep crimson maternity gown that left nothing to the imagination. Sh

r her visibly swollen belly. Her eyes cut th

wealthy women in the crowd immediately leaned into each o

n broke. She instinctively took a step forward, using her ow

rd her. She swayed her hips, walking directly toward

He tried to lean around Everly t

own on his shoulders, her

eaded. "It's just someone who

Everly up and down, her eyes lingering on the modest

y wrapped gift box. She tossed it onto the table. It landed direc

air of tiny, expensive

bold, black ink faced the crowd: Congratulati

ious murmurs. The gazes of the guests turned in

tched the box off the table, step

r voice a low, dangerous vib

her voice, making sure the entire room

this over," Giana said. "He wanted to m

color. He grabbed his chest, his fingers twisting into the f

er head around and saw Arthur's face contortin

ng open her clutch purse, her hands shaking so badly she spilled her li

he looked down at Everly, h

to be thrown o

m the table and pressed it to his lips, but her hands were trembling so v

d by three massive security guards. They stood there, hesi

ere bloodshot. She used every ounce of str

woman out," Everly ordered t

e ballroom swung open. Carson Moss walked in, his fac