Divorcing The Tycoon: Rebirth Of A Queen

r Aston Martin to

, and leaned against the cool metal of her c

nothing like the gentle, accommodating "Mrs. Miller" she had been for the past six years. The woman who had onc

's tall, imposing figure emerged. Beside him, clinging to his arm, w

shoulder, her other hand holding that of a small boy of about five. She

ned, using his body to shield her fr

had watched on the news in her past life.

ke free from his mother's grasp. He ran to Kayden

he sound of camera shutt

n froze for a frac

ah is just young and doesn't know any better. He's always heard me talk

xplanation without pressing further. He bent down and patted

licity extinguished the slim cigarette between her fingers. She pushed off he

ly commanded the atten

in annoyance. "What are you doing here

more than a piece of luggage. She took off her sunglasses, rev

tell you

face. He lowered his voice, his words tight with anger. "Whateve

mid whisper. "Kayden, is it because of me? Did my return make Mr

he turned back to Felicity, was even harsher. "Eden just got off

ason

nd was clear and sharp, b

er, let's ge

in the sudden hush, every

ence on Kayden's face solidifie

his voice a hoarse whisper. He

. A flash of panic crossed her eyes, quic

CEO welcoming his long-lost first love home, only for his wife to demand

d the stunned l

ting each word with chilling pr

ed document. It was a retainer agreement for a top

in touch. As of t

ing to him, she put her sunglasses back on, turned,

e roared to life, and the black car shot away, di

the cold document clutched in his hand

t, obedient, worshipful Felicity-would ever do somethin

her voice was laced with concern. "Kayden, are you alright? Mrs