The Billionaire's Invisible Secret Wife

straight to her wing, into her bedroom, and let herself fall ont

hy had she invited that

e could suffocate the memory. But the image of hi

on her face. She was still leaning over the sink, staring at her ow

held a glint she couldn't quite read-something sharper than the cold disdain from the garage, something that almost looked lik

He never sought her out after one of their exchanges. His pre

rs?" His voice was low, laced with mockery. "You looke

unter, her knuckles white. "I didn't

eaving hers. "But I find your persistence

refused to let him see i

ly exit. The sheer proximity-him in her space, in her bathroom-

t you? In the garage." His voice was

lush creeping up her ne

ying her like a puzzle he was on the verge of solving. "You're full of those

ong moment, then pushed himself off t

gather her voice, his foots

t felt like a game she didn't know the rules to. Her gaze drifted to her reflection, and her thoughts slipped away, pulled bac

. Her father and stepmother were throwing a lavish birthday party

ooked a flight to Interlaken, Switzerland

a fog of grief. The altitude and her emotional turmoil made her

d her back from the precipice. Sh

terror, that she started screaming at her rescu

at her with cold, piercing blue eyes. "If you want to die, the

, looking up at his chiseled face, her he

t, then turned and walked away without

egretting her hysterical outburst. Her best friend, Sloane Sinclair, had later teased her relent

ospective husband, she had walked into the restaurant and frozen. It

t like

iance had shocked her family. Only she knew the truth. She wasn't doing it for the Beaumont family. She was

aged, and then t

a heart full of hope, believing it wa

ntouchable Julian Montgomery, and she was still a stranger he kept at arm's length. All

irl in Switzerland. She was too afraid to ask, t

a mistake. Was this persistence, this love, just a fooli

e intense blue of his eyes, an

was a curse. This luxurious bedroom felt less like a home and more like a beautiful pr

nered and mocked in her own bathroom. The snow-capped mountains of Switzerland and the glittering skyline of New York swirled together in her mi