The Jilted Heiress Deals With The Devil

ut expression. The elderly man sighed, p

nk with you. The probability of you conceiving a

a second, but his face remained a stoic mas

Luke, held the door to the Bentle

inching the bridge of his nose. The image of a defiant young woman with g

mured, a bitter, self-mock

phone vibrated. He pick

er was s

eriment' may require

the other side of the screen-biting her l

that made him look at this woman's message differently? She, who claimed she could deliver a miracle. For t

y. He spoke to

pick up

rprise. He simply nodded and typed the Sa

r bedroom, her stomach in knots. Had he

her stop. She peered through the curtains. A sleek black Bent

t and rang

throat. He hadn't texted

o Luke at the door. Breanna saw her and her eyes narrowed wit

et. "A friend of mine, Aunt Breanna." She fo

against the opposite door, his eyes closed. The car was spa

said, her voice

y were dark and intense

e force of his presence was overwhelming. Alyssa instinctively s

is grip firm, forcing

frequency," he said, his voic

was a raw, possessive claim, fueled by something she couldn't name...

do was endure the onslaught, her ha

less, her lips swollen and bruised, her ey

th his thumb, a dark satisfaction in

ed, his voice rough.

hat that meant. But she didn't prote

yaan didn't touch her again. He leaned back on his side of the

s where his hand rested on his knee betr

the shower running in the bathroom was a steady, monotonous hiss. For the first time, a sliver of doubt ent