The Divorced Heiress Strikes Back Hard

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d against her chest, making it hard to draw a full breath. She reached out with cold fingertips and flipped the heavy

heavy Montblanc pen across the center of the table. The gold trim c

ned back in his bl

rk eyes locked onto the rigid line of Evelyn's jaw. His stare was physical. It felt like a heavy hand pressing down on th

ed out and wrapped her fingers around the thick barrel of the pen. She squeezed t

scoff broke

barely a breath, but it vibrated

ink bled into the pristine paper. Her stomach tightened. She forced her muscles to un

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nd violent. She didn't hesitate

ked the signature, and pushed the second copy across the

ately, he reached up with one large hand and unfastened

h, and the sharp, metallic smell of cold anger. The sheer physical dominance

e leaned back half an inch, trying to esca

oulders down, straightened her spine until it ached, and finally lifted her c

He reached out, grabbed the pen from Eleanor's hand, and pressed it to

b gouged a deep, tearing scar across the page, ripping the f

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oud and violent. It was a raw exposure of the rage he was k

ped both copies with a heavy brass seal. The loud thud

mahogany table with a sharp, hollow clatter.

ad chest expanding as he took a slow breath. The corner

. His voice was a low, dark rumble. "You fin

rs. The heat of anger flared in her

ce flat and sharp as a razor. "I hope using our marriage as a bargain

in the room. He leaned forward again, planting both hands flat on the

Evelyn," he warned. His voice dropped to

ir back so hard the legs scraped vi

ictory? Tomorrow, when those cheap rumors about your infidelity hit the tabloids and drag your stock prices into th

ering over her. The sheer size of him blocked out the light from the window. His eyes were a cha

fusing to break eye contact. They were so close she

ed the papers, desperately trying to break the physical

His thumb brushed over the thick platinum wedding band still sittin

immediately shoved her left hand deep into the pocket of her tre

ve movement. His dark ey

f without running away," he mock

e reached out with her right hand and grabbed the handle of h

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boutin heels slammed against the floor. She walked toward t

ng mask fell from his face. His jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticked. H

bed the cold brass handle and shov

oor open and walked ou

f the corridor. Click. Click. Click. The sound echoed off the