Defying The Odds: His True Wife

settled in her thighs and lower back from the intense physical demand of what had just happened between

wrapping around her waist. He pulled her flush against his warm, bare chest. His grip w

, greedily soaking in the heat radiating from his skin. This was the man she had loved in secret for ten years.

et. The cell phone on the nightstan

vibrated in his throat. He buried his face into th

t him to wake up and end this moment. She quickly reached out, her arm cove

oy Mcfadden. Cassidy frowned. Joy never c

ed, her bare feet hitting the thick, cold wool rug. She walked as fast as she

e to her ear. She kept her voice to a bare whis

filled with the wail of New York City police sirens and heavy bass.

white. She bit down hard on her lower lip, waiting fo

voice dripping with anger. "She is b

over her head. The chill seeped into her scalp and ru

r a second to process. "Everyone knows she came back for Cristian. You ne

ing to keep her voice steady. "I know. Thank you for telli

our place," Joy snapped, frustrated by

ng the moonlight wash over her. She looked at her own reflectio

was sleeping soundly. He was the most ruthless man in the

been freezing. He had slid the thick stack of papers across the table, looking at her as if she were a quarterly earnings

d the role of the quiet, obedient wife, s

. The golden girl. Cassidy's deep-rooted inferiority complex

ove her. Cassidy shivered violently. She cro

thick and raspy with sleep, cut through the

forced her facial muscles to relax, putting on t

back toward the bed. "I was just t

mpty space beside him on the mattress. "Come b

let him pull her back into his chest, his a

ened out almost immediately. He had no ide

o the expensive sheets. Her stomach twisted into a tight k