The Betrayed Heiress: Marrying His Billionaire Rival

in a mirrored box. She stared at her refle

People said Damarion was having an affair with Breanna

ded entirely on her. Everything he had now--his status, hi

as if no one else existed. When had everything begun

long con. A hunt. And s

o had smiled at her earlier now looked at her with a mixture

y--was her shield. She crossed the vast lobby, her stride unwavering, her gaz

edan for her. He saw her expression, and concern flickered across

trust account still showed zero. Her personal checking account had not yet been touched--at least not for now. The Henry Famil

ousin Sharon as their housekeeper. He had handled all their finances, calling it "taking care of her." The frequent "business t

en passed down through generations of the Henry family. Now, however, it seemed to have los

aron Nixon, was in the foyer dusting a console tabl

haron said, her tone a little too

ed was a spy in her own home. Two years of pol

voice devoid of its usual

confused and belligerent expression

t her into the grand living room. "Your employ

r. "You can't do that! Mr. Nixo

er voice cutting like glass. "Mr. Nixon is my husband, not my m

ze pinning the woman in place. "I wan

hone, no doubt to call Damarion. "Yo

eady moving toward the staircase. "Tell him yo

, she could hear Sharon whispe

r jaw tighten. Firing Sharon was only the first step. Damarion thought she had

ove." The irony was sickening. She stared at it, her thumb hovering over

please a

ed to

o anythi

g talent was wasted on anything but the

don't you? Then why are you sti

ssed it onto the bed, ignoring