Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

n's jaw clenched. He refused to believe the submissive woman w

ed it into the interior pocket of his su

is toward the private elevator. "When you're d

shut, leaving the pen

e pulled a twenty-four-inch aluminum carr

yling team had bought her as accessories for company galas. She packed only three black merino wool tu

hite-gold wedding band she had bought for two hundred dollars

t into the heavy crystal ashtray by the lamp.

taken Karis back to a hotel; his assistant had already arranged for them to move into the

briefcase, and took the service elevator s

damp concrete of Level B2, high-beam headlights

riveway. The driver's window was rolled halfway down, t

her carry-on toward her five-year-

path, his tall, imposing figure casting a heav

eside her shoulder, trapping her in his space. "Where do you

expensive amber cologne crowded he

nderwood. You are

ll overlook your little tantrum toward Karis. Next month, I'll even have Julian transfer you into t

ghed. It was a clear, quiet sound tha

stayed with you for five y

rwood family pulling you out of your miserable life and paying f

n them turned

on-to lower her eyes, swallow the ins

lled out a duplicate copy of the divorce su

ron. "Complete waiver of spousal support. Zero clai

t his sternum. His fingers twitched, and a spe

ty said. "Sign away your parental rights, and

ped the trunk of her car, an

s screeching against the painted concrete as she backed out, swerved around the f

nder the yellow halogen lamps, his silhouette