The Jilted Heiress And Her Dangerous Husband

s felt cold under Pen

whose hand was just completing its slow, elegant descent from a raised position. A vote cast. A betra

A smirk of pure, undiluted triumph played on his lips. His eyes, a pale

nd was unnaturally loud in the dead air. "The board has voted. With a sixty percent majority,

ane of hope she'd been holding. She opened her mouth to sp

uffocating cloud. She leaned in, her voice a frozen whisper meant. "And that hotel, Penelope. The one in the Meatpacki

f unshed tears pricked at the back of her eyes, but she forced it down, conve

n her hand skidding across the polished table. It slammed into a

em the satisfactio

precise, walked out of the room, her back perfectly straight, leavi

ding into the back of the Lincoln Navigator that the facade began to crack. The

message from Tristan, sent two hours ago. "Can't wait to

But the need for him, for some anchor in this freefall, was a physical a

she told the driver,

a green awning. Penelope waved off the doorman who rushed out with an um

r swung inward, the smell hit her. It was a cheap, cloying perfume-something floral and

jacket, Tristan's favorite, was crumpled on the Persian rug. Lying

shallow. She moved forward, her steps now unnervingly

ies, tangled in her Egyptian cotton sheets on her bed. Tristan's head wa

turned her head slightly, her profile coming i

It was Ashley. Her former executive assistant, the

The rage was still there, a white-hot coal in her st

the small click of the setting change deafening in her own ear

ic

t, damning p

Tristan's head shot up. "Did you hear s

pine flat against the cool plaster. Her heart hammer

e wind, baby,

usea rolled through Penelope's stomach. She turned, one hand pressed to

g in the downpour. The icy rain soaked through her trench

sion. She opened her messages, selected the three photos, and sent th

f all personal and finan

t had discarded her. The man who had betrayed her. The two events weren't sep

s a Carlisle. And Carlisles did

ntacts, past allies and acquaintances, past fair-weather friends and known enemies. It stopped on

an A

magnet. The black sheep of the m

tion, and she was going to aim him straight at

tant, Eva Foster. Eva an

her voice devoid of all warmt. "I

rough the phone. Thirty seconds of

reported, her voice crisp and efficient.

her arm shooting out to hail a yellow cab.

back seat, the v

streets ahead. Her reflection in the window was a pale, determined gho