The Runaway Heiress's Accidental Contract Marriage

torm to Long Island. The sky was the color of bruised iro

the hallways, Annabelle wandered deep into the estate

nd blooming orchids. The heavy rain pounded against the glass dome ro

led up on the cushions, opening a thick art book. The warmth and the sound of the ra

me had passed when a sound

eavy footstep on

plicable chill running down her spine. Her bro

d. When it cleared, the breath wa

shoulders that seemed to block out the light. He was dressed in a star

is back to her, lookin

ver Zippo lighter. His long, elegant fin

ack. Clin

p and menacing, cutting thr

ped shut. He slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder. The movement was agoni

e's hear

dsome. But his eyes-they were the color of a frozen ocean. They held absolutel

aura pinned Annabelle to the wicker cha

her lap and slammed onto the stone floor with a lou

shaking uncontrollably. "I didn't mean to in

, her messy hair, her trembling hands. His gaze felt physical, a cold weight pressing against her skin, diss

uckles turning bone-white. She felt like she was suffocating. Every instinct screa

ke an eternity, the man gav

, he slipped the Zippo lighter into his pocket, turned around, and walked away. His lo

d in a ragged breath, realizing she had been holding it t

jumped up from the chair and pract

back doors of the main house. She nearly collided

?" he aske

gasped, run

door shut. She locked it with a loud click. She backed away

fying. She prayed to God she would