Rising From Ashes: The Divorced Heiress

watched her, his expression unreadable but for the cold fire in his eyes. He tossed the diary onto

d jeans she wore. Clothes he had never seen before. Clot

" he purred, his voice dangerously soft. "Moving on so quick

slammed his hands on either side of her head, trapping

ches from hers. "You and Ethan Hayes? Is that why you were

hat she could only stare at him in stunned silence. In hi

y. He felt like a fool. Not only had she murdered the onl

he wall beside her head. The impact shudde

this version of him. The one that emerged late at night,

," she whispered, h

on. "Friends who bring you clothes? Friends who

some solid ground in this nightmare. "But there is n

erved to ignite his. "No love?" he echoed, a terrifying laugh

front of her sweater-Ethan's sweater-and ripped it down the middle.

earm, drawing blood. The pain only seemed to fuel his rage. He grabbed her wrists, easily overpowering her,

tened, his voice a low gro

with terror. The sight of her tears seemed to daze him. His eyes, clouded with alcohol and rage, lost foc

red a name, a name

bell

his drunken, grief-stricken mind, he no longer saw

nce and a twisted, misplaced tenderness. He was ma

here he couldn't touch it. This was the ultimate violation. To be used not as herself, but as a stand-in for the sister he adored

of alcohol began to clear from his eyes. He blinked, and the illusion shatt

scrambling off her as if he'd been burned. He couldn't stand that for a moment, he had conf

isheveled clothes. He looked down at her, lying crump

her. He needed a target for his shame, and she was the only one there. "You're just

walked out of the room, slamming the door b

dissolving into a meaningless blur. Her body was a landscape