The Billionaire Hunting His Ghost Wife

suite's front door unlock

lungs burned. She stepped backward, melting i

the suite. Two large men

the empty living room.

. Do not let anyo

tepped out. The heav

om. He pulled a phone from hi

doorframe. Water dripped f

ut someone definitely spiked Mr. Lott's drink. I need

ame from the

s hand twitched ag

ne immediately. He rush

d. She slid out of the shadows. Her bare feet made zero sound on the floor. She darted ac

oice came from the bath

led the air. Bryton's voice was rough,

"Get the hell out. I need

ed to find

id ge

ed out of the bedroom. The main d

slow, silent breat

on high echoed from the bathroom

caught the crumpled men's suit jacket discarded near the screen. The freezing night air outside demanded protection. She sn

ed wood. The screen lit up. The v

splayed a name:

He stood leaning heavily against the doorframe, water dripping from his jaw. He held a phone in his

disgust in his tone was ph

. She stared

athetic social climber. Selling your own daughter

s stomac

a cruel, hollow sound. "She is not even fit to shine my shoes. Tell her to

palms of her hands. The skin brok

vanished. A hot, blinding anger took i

wallet with shaking fingers. She took ou

pen resting next to the phone. She

k bled slightly into t

chnique. Her

latinum watch and shoved the bill underneath it. The

n the bathr

eps moved to

e guards were right outside. She turned her head to

. The freezing night wind of New York hit her w

tone railing. The drop to the street was dizzying. But the t

s suicide. For a former op

teps back. She t

m door han

he pushed off with explosive force. Her body launched into