Too Late For Regret: The Ruthless Wife

ch smelled like expensive

n. The fabric was thick and conservative. The neckline choked her collarbone, and

. He adjusted his silk

his voice a low growl. "You stand next to me, y

st the window. She ignored him completely. The

ons. The sprawling estate was packed with luxury cars. Outside the velvet ropes, a swarm of

d. The driver

n his face. He stepped out and turned a

completely ignored his outstretch

quickly dropping his arm and rushing to catch up with her. He grabbed her elbow, hi

owded. Crystal chandeliers cast a

gaze flicked briefly to Marge, who was working the room with her usual venom, her injured wrist now wrapped in a discreet, flesh-colored compr

d face stumbled toward her. He was holding a glass

gger. Lelan

ked her up and down, his eyes lingering on h

" Jagger slurred, leaning in close. His bre

. She tightened her

ise, you're looking a little tense. Mayb

pure disgust. She t

sing the distance. He reached his hand out and grabbed her

ped his hand away instantly. Her

s face twisted into an ugly sneer. He thoug

doors, she saw a group of paparazzi pressing their lense

d in her min

ached out and grabbed a full glass of

, she threw the dark red liqui

s eyes and soaked into his

e from his eyes, his face turning purple

alling it into a fist

earby gasped and

grabbed the thick fabric of her

s's high side slit. She yanked upward with all her strength. Riiiiiip. The already fragile seam snapped und

a threw her head back and let o

ugh the ballroom m

The paparazzi outside went crazy, their camera flas

gainst her chest. She pointed a trembling finger at Jagger, who was st

ear-filled eyes, playing the perfect

om erupted

attacked her!"

ce was pale with horror. He saw the cameras fla

t jacket and lunged f

making sure the cameras got a clear shot of h

med his cane against the floor. "Get the press out

grabbed Jagger, wrestling him to the gr

ts, Cora kept her head down. She pressed h

spread across her lips. The Vance family's