Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

g kicked into high gear. The thick white smoke

Guests were on their hands and knees, coughing

his chest. When Preston looked up and saw Charlize standing n

t his knuckles were white. He raised his hand, re

dow m

arlize. His broad shoulders completel

He looked up into Kavon's eyes an

von's voice was dangerously low, carrying a weight that made

his hand, a nervous, sweating smile stretching across his face. "Mr. Velas

tle hand on Preston's arm, playing the perfect, forgiving wife. "Preston, ple

She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Save the Oscar-w

oung man in a tailored groomsman suit p

mixture of deep pain and desperate anger. He lunged forwar

, trying to yank her away from the

rist. The temperature around Kavon seemed to drop ten degrees.

edia anymore. She used Juan's pull to break away

n her heel and walked fast, heading straight for the

ased af

ifted his hand and rubbed his thumb over the cuff of his suit jacke

rground VIP garage, the air wa

arm and spinning her around, pinning

hoing off the concrete pillars. "Why can't you just

ed at him like he was a stranger. "Are

g hers. "If you just apologize, we can go bac

th both hands. She pressed her back flat

g with venom. "The second you stood by that gol

ears. "You're just throwing a tan

pensive leather shoes against co

hrough Juan's p

ht. He had both hands in his pockets. His presence was so massive

ous man who had protected Charlize upstairs. "Who the

k at Juan at all. His dark, predatory gaze wa

c, entitled expression. A sudden,

er heels clicked sharply as sh

ence as Charlize stopped ri

slid her hand through the crook of Kavon'

g Juan a cruel, triumphant smil

k sleeve. A pitch-black, dangerous amusement swirled