Too Late, Ex-Husband: My Tycoon Protector

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ing with rage. "Not only are you incapable of controlling y

his father's tirade. Catherine, meanwhile, was making a great show of gas

um, a shrill, electronic ring

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caller ID, his expression shifted from anger to alarm. He quickly answere

see it in the tense line of his shoulders, the way

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cking. "She was... she was pushed by paparazzi out

servant. He ran from the room, from his furious father

n's engine roaring to life, followed by the

mistress over his family, in

lled wine, the shattered glass, the sputtering rage of her

in on the table, stood up,

atherine," she said to the chaoti

rought her Porsche around. She slid into the driver's seat, the oppressive atmo

e side, the manicured estates of the ultra-rich on the other. She rolled down the window, lett

s crashing against the rocks below. She killed

ed. The screen lit up with a notification for

ve a little

ution image of a wedding ring. A flawless, cushion-cut diamond in a platinum setting. She swiped. Another rin

from Hayes foll

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an most people's houses, she felt a strange, diz

d, elegant and understated. It wasn't the biggest, but the cut was exquisite,

d texted it back to hi

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then pressed play. The car's speakers filled with his voi

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ed through the quiet car, through her, ma

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly racing hea

t through the darkness. She pulled back onto the hi

rtney Stephenson, the

o the arms of a devil. And for the first time in a long time