Swapped Destiny: Pampered By The Cold CEO

od you won't leave this room wit

d snapped he

n icy river. Above her, the tarnished crystal chandelier of the Rowland family's Long

f the sofa armrest. The rough texture grounded

twenty-t

ylic nails tapped an impatient rhythm

ined largely obscure, who had spent years clawing at the edges of Hollywood l

bun, and her eyes burned with the manic excitement o

der across the table with enough force to rattle the empty g

il directly over the embossed

shes, hiding the ice cr

tus Collins. But once inside the suffocating walls of the Collins estate, Kanesha had been frozen ou

nd doted on her deeply. So she schemed to seduce Chloe's husband, and after winning

a deliberate sip from her bone china teacup. She didn't look at Chloe with the

against the saucer. "He has severe psychological issues. He's unstable. Jaylon is rising fast in the film in

her lap. Her thumb rubbed against her

right for each other. You'd better know your place and back off voluntarily. But I'm not just taki

pped, spitting sparks aga

document bearing Aug

and an unpredictable temper. But Chloe knew what the public didn't: Augustus possessed a

t, severe physical dysfunction, and secret contracts with wealthy patrons who owned him body and soul.

ftly, letting her voice tremble just enough to sel

g Rhonda's arm with a triumphant giggle. "Mom, tell her

llins capital injection is the only thing keeping this family out of inso

wn at the parch

drained her dry once before. But the Collins legal network and Augustus's l

for the pen. "If Kanesha wants J

re onto Jaylon's marriage agreement before Chloe could change her mind. Sh

the Collins fortress, big

th, precise strokes, she wrote her full legal name ac

ing sun dipped below the tree line,

She grabbed Kanesha's wrist, pulling her toward the stairs. "Come on, Kanes

ughter faded down the upper hall, fo

d to the window and pushed it open, let

red Cadillac with government-tinted windows slid silently p

ne buzzed i

e text from an encrypted num

morning at nine. Collins