Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival

t, discreet restaurant in SoHo. Carter Sinclair was already the

to the seat opposite him. His expres

id, his voice low. "Preston comple

if they were discussing the weather. "I simply recl

have been yours? Fielding, you've barely know

friend, his eyes cold and hard. "You're mis

shifted in Fielding's gaze, a private memory he wasn't about to share. He off

lights spread out below her like a carpet of fallen stars. Her phone

meone had already posted online-and sent it to Preston's now-unblocked number. She a

ed with the clothes from the racks. She took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the lingering scent of the club an

impossible. Her mi

night, a soft click from t

ntrance, shrugging off his suit jacket. His tie was loosened, and a hint of

ke you?"

weren't comin

his gaze landing on her. "Your docum

e made her stomach tighten. He

y's house," she said

t was a command,

myself in the morning." She needed to hold on to some sm

ible wall of his will. "Are you sure about that? Are you prepared to face your stepmother's third degree? Your father's d

act confrontation. The thought of facing them all, of thei

er signature tell,

but the steel beneath it remained. "Tell me

r everything. He anticipated her every move, countered her every objection.

question a last, desperate attempt to unders

to her soul. He didn't answer her question directly. Instea

shiver down her spine. It was both terrifyi

She was too tired

r. "Under the desk, the third floorboard from the left is loose. There's a hidden

nod, his expression unch

aid. "Tomorrow is goi

oor. He was going to break into her family's home in the middle of the night as