Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss

ce inches from hers, the air completely vanishing fr

ng seconds, neit

t his solid chest and pushed him away with every ounce of streng

ed, and her voice cracked as she yelled, "Are you out o

adjusted the cuff of his suit jacket. His fa

gold-stamped manila folder. He tossed it onto the

" Andrew said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "I must be marrie

lowly drag up and down her body, asse

re desperate to escape your family'

e air for a second. A dark, mo

acked into a corner by the very people who should protect you. That makes you

ood boil. She felt like she had just crawled out of one

bbed the mug of coffee from the table and hur

ss the table, soaking into t

is cheek, but he didn't raise his voice. He

door. Even though she was standing in his pentho

spat, her voice ringing with absolute finality. "My marriage

deep, hidden thrill of admiration flared in his chest. He

t of his suit jacket and pulled out a heavy, matte-black busi

er her chest. She glued her feet

othly slid the card into the pocket of the trench coat she was wearing. As he pull

er ripped down

e laced with absolute certainty. "When you realize you can'

r heel and practically ran toward the entryway. She didn't care that she was still wea

n and sprinted down the hallway, he

er run. He didn't chase her. He pulled

," Andrew ordered, his voice turning to ice. "And initiate a stress

e elevator button. The doors open

ent of the elevator made her stomach drop. She leaned her back against

er fingers brushed against the sharp edge of the b

dy to leave it on the

here was no company name. No title. Just

w Spe

ssive financial empire? Was it just a bizarre coincidence, or was this man somehow conn

the lobby. The blast of cold air conditionin

tel, her heart pounding with a new, terrifying realization. She had