the wrought-iron gates of the Doyle estate. The tires screamed agains
e marched up the marble steps,
im. Cassius shoved the butler aside so h
st the heavy double doors of the
oon tea. She didn't flinch at the noise. She slowly pla
. He slammed the crumpled marriage certif
from hers. "Do not test me, Mati
"You are making a fool of this family over a club waitress. The bo
"You want a spy in my bed so you can
ce remained smooth. "The ink is dry
every share I own onto the open market tomorrow. I will bu
her prayer beads. She stood up, walked
faded velvet bo
d mother's most treasured possession. The one
a said coldly, "I will smash this in
white. A violent, bloodthirsty urge surged in his c
into a suffo
yes. He forced the r
they were dead. "Three
orce within three months, the trust claus
father's life was in her hands. The g
Matild
ther second. He turned a
over his shoulder. "I am going to m
alke
e same iron gates. She was soaking wet
ed out with an umbrella. He opened
ve gardens. The sheer size of t
ving room. Mr. Allen told her to
er heart hammered against her ribs. She felt
outside. The front doors w
turned
n walked into the room. The air
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