Married To My Fiancé's Billionaire Uncle

ping through her jeans. Rain plastered strands of black hair to her temple

nt. Beloved Scient

d epitaph for a woman whose name

ping, carefully preserved in a plastic sleeve. The headline from eight years a

shooting up her arm. It was a ghost limb, an ache for a life

the gray downpour. She touched it to the corner of the clipping. The fire caught,

oice a low rasp swallowed by the rain

ips before dropping it. The ashes scattered over the

ulled out her phone. The screen

of all emotion, back to its usu

ance's voice was tight with worry on the

shrouded skyscrapers that clawed at the sky. They were

s. "The cartel leader in Miami is stable. Your techniqu

the name 'The Surgeon' feeling like a s

e phone back into her pocket. Turning her back o

dwater County's industrial sector. The rain fell harder, turning the cracked pavement into a dark, sl

her ears picked up a sound that didn't belong-frantic, unev

her back hitting the cold, wet brick wall with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. A tall, broad figure blo

rasped in her ear, a threat an

hts cut through the downpour, accompanied by roug

g him as a threat to her, but as a patient. Her gaze dropped to his abdomen, where dark blood was steadily seeping through his soaked dres

e loss of blood making him unsteady, but h

hrough her mind. 9mm through-and-through, exit wound likely l

Carlyle's breathing became harshe

his hand but perfectly calm and clear enough for only him to hear.

. He stared down at the girl in the darkness, at her unnervingly composed f

ootsteps receding into the drumming of the rain. The immediate danger had

ve, like a doctor issuing an order. "Let me go. I can