The Billionaire Guarantor Bride

I could think about was how the seams dug into my ribs, making it hard to breathe normally. I

sed to feel like a princess. Instead, I just

His skin had a grayish, almost papery tint, and his eyes kept darting toward the front door every time so

was too loud, too forced. "The

verdue" notices hidden under the mat on his desk. I had heard him pacing at three

!" the cro

ring party. Then, the doors didn't just open... they slam

e, but awkwardly, fading out bit

here. Da

a storm. His dark gray suit was damp, and his slicked-back hair revealed a face of sharp angle

meone coming to recla

voice cracked. He sounded s

e marble. He pulled a black leather folder from his jacket and tossed it. It didn't land on a table;

he floor. "As of nine o'clock this morning, I own the bank. That means I own the

comfortable heat rise up my neck. I wanted to

He looked like he was about to crumble

e stopped at the foot of the stairs, looking up at me. "You told me you had

ed at my father. I expected him to tell him to g

even able to look at me. He

here," my f

s the man who had raised me handed me over to the man who hated us most in the w

ne step. Two. He was in no hurry.

uld smell the rain and the bitter scent of cedar on him. He was so clos

his lips bru

is words cut like a blade. "Enjoy it. Because when I'm through with you, you'll

pressionless. He raised his cane and pointed the silver tip di

r bags, Claire. You don't live here anymore. Yo

Now it felt heavy. Cold. Like the first link o