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ke a shard of glass. She stood before him in a plain white dress, an apparition of stark simplicity amidst the glittering sea of couture gown
on, a glass of amber whiskey in one hand. He had been laughing with Robert Reynolds, the CEO of some tech firm he was pla
at her?" "What is she wearing?" "She
k her path moments earlier. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," she'd sneered, her
that focus was wavering under Julian's gaze. It was a look tha
at her face, a slow, deliberate motion. A cruel smirk played
nto a nervous scrape of bows. Robert Reynolds cleared his throat, a path
xanne added, rushing to Julian's side li
od rigidly by the massive oak doors. His voice was low, yet it carried
ithin minutes, the ballroom, once teeming with New York's elite, was empty. The sound of their hurried depa
She remembered the hope that had felt so real it was a physical ac
He was a predator, and she was trapped. She instinctively
is voice a low growl that vibrated t
e cologne and the whiskey on his breath enveloping her, su
ore," she whispered,
. "You will stay here, in this house, as my
f. The envelope fell from her numb fingers, scattering its contents ac
e was a mask of cold fury. He leaned down, his lips b
you had the right to talk about an 'end
er's name was the
ked out, the same futile word
eathed, his eyes burning with a hatred that consumed ever
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