Hiding The Vengeful CEO's Secret Heir

corridor. The deafening bass of the club was instantly muted, replaced by

hest. She took deep, ragged breaths, trying to calm the frantic, erratic b

d sharply agains

er recognized her immediately-a former college classmate, notori

ory excitement the second she saw H

cooed, her eyes darting over Harper's dress. She leaned in close, her voice dripping with fake sw

Her eyes turned to ice. She went

her voice ringing out clear, sharp, an

stated, enunciating every single word. "That marriage was the

om in Harper's voice. Her fake smile faltered. "Oh. Wow.

he end of the hallway was shoved open with violent

ve frame fille

d tight enough to crack teeth. A terrifying, suffocating aura of pure rage ra

ce draining of color. She pressed herself against the wall and scurried awa

went completely pale. She knew, with absolute certain

the marble floor-slow, deliberate, like a predator cornering

d over her, looking down with eyes that burned with

his hand

ender wrist like a steel vice. The grip was

body to break free, but he was an immovable wall of muscl

s were inches from her ear. His

sick?" he sneered, the

pulled her forward, dragging her by the w

er high heels to keep up with his long, furio

ire door leading to the underground parking garage, p

on his keys, yanked the passenger door open, and practically threw he

herself up, reaching for

r exit. He leaned over her, his hands planted on either

her body and clicked it into place. For a split second, his chest brus

got into the driver's seat, and fired up the engine. The Maybach ro

m of the powerful engine. Harper gripped the seatbelt tightly across

steering wheel so hard his knuckles were stark white

s voice was cold, mockin

sn't been properly divided," he said, not looking a

ache settled in her chest. She knew he was lying. It was a pathetic, transparent

w again, her voice completely devoid of e

ead, suffocating silence a