The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire Heiress

wn a ramp into the underground parking garage of The Sovereign, one o

on the street. She didn't have a resident

ling into an open-air pay lot. She didn't bother grabbing a ticket. She shoved the g

heels clicking sharply against the wet concrete. She crossed the street, ignoring t

entrance. Through the glass, she saw the private elevator doors

d through th

expensive oud wood and burning log

e concierge desk. He moved quickly, placing himself directly in

id. "Do you have an appointment? Thi

he forced herself to take a deep breath,

an," Audrey said. Her voice w

coat and wind-blown hair. He picked up a

re," the concierge said slowly. "But he

ry re

. Her fingernails dug so hard into her palms that the

ry ounce of the cold, corporate arrogance

sive arrogance of a wealthy spouse pushed to her absolute limit. "We had an urgent ag

his desk. He knew Colton Christian's reputation. The man was a

k, her eyes blazing with a desperate, aristocratic fury she didn't know she possessed. "Do you h

ge set the

to the guest elevator and swiped a master keycard

id, stepping into the

hut. The elevato

ree. Four. Her heart was beating so violently it felt like i

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lent. The floor was covered in a thick, cream-colored

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" the worker said politely, turning and pushing the cart toward the service elevator without noticing Audrey frozen in the shadows. The heavy walnut door began to glide shut on its hydraulic hinge. Audrey's heart leaped into her throat.

oulder against the doorframe, and

partment. The soft, rhythmic sound of a j

air of women's house slippers sat neatly on the rug. They were the exact same b

r gaze further

om velvet sofa. The woman in the beige coat-Kelsey-

pink cake and fed it dir

er face lighting

llow said. Her voice was loud

ripped through her entire body. The blood d

alked into her

earing just his white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled u

back of the couch, and pressed his lips

murmured. His voice was deep, inti

back of her throat. She slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the ga