Divorcing My Cold And Possessive Tycoon

losing in, shrinking with every breath until her lungs burned for air she couldn't seem to pull in deep enough. The silence was the worst part. It amplified everything: the phantom pre

like a chain tighte

now into what-tears, screams, broken glass-but she refused to let Houston Pierce come home to find her

pulled a sleek black silk slip dress over her head. The fabric settled against her skin like armor. If she was going to face the world, she would do it looking like a woman who hadn't just been broken. She grabbed her designer purse from the shelf, her fingers still trembling slightly fro

sed the call button, silently praying Houston hadn't already locked her inside like a prisoner. She wouldn't put it past hi

nt scan and descended smoothly to the ground floor lobby

into the expansive marble lobby-and dire

ver his broad chest, completely blocking her way to the revolving glass doors. His stance was

ctful but entirely firm. "Where is Mrs

eye. The motion made the bruise on her jaw throb-a bruise Rick's sharp eyes did not miss. His

y, her voice steady despite the anger simmering ben

the exit, she didn't see Rick tap the discreet earpiece hidden in his ear, nor hear the quiet murmur: "She's heading out. SoHo, she says. Keep

the backs of her legs. As the cab pulled away from the curb, her eyes flicked to the side mirror. A black sedan two cars back. Coincidence? I

arely glanced up from his newspaper as she grabbed the cheapest prepaid burner phone from the rack and paid with crumpled cash. She didn't activate it in the store. She would do that later, somewhere Houston's men couldn't see

art gallery on a cobblestone street in the heart of SoHo. Riley'

n desk. She had bright pink hair that defied every corporate dress code in Manhattan, a worn leather jacket covered in enamel

r lip, the bruise blooming on her jaw, the glass

ed Claire to be anything other than exactly who she was. Claire buried her face in Riley's jacket and broke down, her shoulders shaking as she cried out every ounce of humiliation, terror, and rage she had

ct canvases and a half-finished sculpture, into a cramped back room cluttered with rec

had grabbed her jaw and promised she wouldn't survive a pregnancy. By the time she finished, Ri

e, I will strangle him with his own Hermès tie. And your father-don't even get me started on y

was almost painful. "Listen to me. You are the strongest person I know. But right now

y, flipped the hand-painted OPEN sign to CLOSED with a decisive snap, and locked

elp Claire into a black SUV. "Target is mobile with an unidentified fem

he pulled up to an unmarked building tucked between a parking garage and a shuttered deli. No sign. No address. Just a

and the overwhelming smell of expensive cologne and spilled champagne filled her senses. Normally, Claire hated places like this-too loud, too crowded, to

vet curtains were half-drawn, offering the illusion of privacy while still allowing a view of the dance flo

wo men in dark suits, sipping club sodas, their eyes never quite leaving her booth. Houston's shado

ess and immediately ordere

te, a club promoter she had briefly dated and remained on excellent terms with. The message she sent was swift and to the point: Need a favor. Big one. Send your

s glasses, and Claire grabbed hers with both hands. She drank the cold liquid rapidly, the expensive bubbles burning down her throat in the

bling fingers, assigning herself a new number that no one-not Houston, not Arthur, not the security team-had access to. Before she

edator casting a wide net. It didn't matter. She hit block with her thumb so hard the screen flashed. Then she tossed the p

glass without comment. "Da

rtain shielding their private

r faces were set in confident, practiced smirks-the kind of smirks that came from knowing exactly how attractive they were and exactly how much their time cost. The first one, a blond

leather sofa, her fingers going cold around her champagne glass as she rea

ding that, Claire had no idea-and shoved them forcefully into Claire's frozen hands. "You, my darling, are going to remember what it feels lik

e on her jaw and the panic in her eyes. "No pressure, beautiful. We can just talk. Or dance. Whatever you need." His voice d

ewhere across the city, Houston was probably already being notified. And somewhere deep in her chest, a smal

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