The Tycoon's Contract With A Vicious Beauty

Warm blood dripped from her forehead, blurring her vision and matting her eyelashes

rmani suit, perfectly pressed. His polished Ox

g to pull her hand back, but Hubert shifted his weight, pressing the hard l

. He pulled out a stack of high-definition photogr

the blood. The images showed her in highly compromising, intimate positions wi

g her head frantically. "Hubert, someo

He yanked her head up, forcing her to look at him. There

live surveillance feed. Hubert Jr. , their five-year-old son, was running across the playground at a top-tier private ki

hallow gasps. She reached out with her free hand and grabbe

our shares in the company and full custody of the boy. If you don't, the man

nd hot tears spilled over her cheeks, mixing with the blood. Her thro

ck stack of legal documents and a Montblanc

she could barely grip the metal. She pressed the nib to the

pushed open. Ara Wilkinson walked into the

red in her chest at the sight of her younger si

g carefully to avoid letting Ameli

und his neck. Hubert pulled her in, and they locked

her stomach, making her double over. Her fingernail

n. She used a finger adorned with a massive pi

sneered. "I paid a lot of money to have those photos

Amelie's bloodstream. She lunged fo

e stomach. The force sent her flying backward. Her spin

bit down on her lip to keep from screaming, tas

Clean this up," he told Ara, not even looking

ed, her vocal cords tea

door cli

ndbag and pulled out a syringe filled with a

he pushed herself across the floor until her back hit the cold gl

her against the glass. She jammed the needle into t

Her limbs grew heavy, instantly losing all motor fun

bag," Ara

e black canvas duffel bag. Amelie's eyes rolled back as the men gr

or leading to the garage. The bodyguards zipped the bag shu