Flash Marriage To The Ultimate Sports Tycoon

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and kept my foot flat on the accelerator, wat

ed to a stop in front of the ornate wr

e the Alps plane crash, carrying over a

inst the biometric sca

ashed across the dis

udying the red glow

ly been out for an hour to handle a brief

hit the hardwired

ed before the iron gate

driveway and parked out

evealing Martha, Destin's distant cousin whom h

ntryway, arms crossed over her apron, her chin lifted with unearned arroga

he estate would soon belong to "the right people,

are her a s

ld, my heels striking the black-and-w

ked of cheap, cloyi

f the velvet sofa was a pink lac

en playing lady of the

s squeaking against the floor as she picked up

or Miss Hubbard's health," Martha sneered, stepping directly into my p

y chest, the scalding steam

amed with op

ped wa

nto her face with an intensity tha

me?" I asked, my voice

her eyes. "I called you ma'am. What, did you have a ba

nish her sentence,

her wrist and twisted upwar

r grip and shattered against the m

rds exploded across the tiles, splash

ping backward and clutching her an

amed, her face flushed with f

my bag and methodically wiped a

at her where

to the Rutledge name," I said, each word landing like an iron weight. "No

t of the household staff

peered around the archway, their face

and dialed the estat

m to the main

ity guards in dark uniforms entered through the side

ficer said, dipping his head

rembling. "What are you doing? When Desti

ld the guards, pointing at Martha. "And take that cheap

eizing Martha by the elbows and lifting her off

wn the front steps

e remaining three staff mem

erfectly level. "If a single piece of Rutledge property is missing from you

, racing toward the serv

eclaimed

ered porcelain and climbed the swe

cologne in the bedroom made my

ate management s

mattress, sheet set, and piece of upholstered furniture in the mas

at the framed wedding

k it up, my phone

text fr

tomorrow at seven. The Children's Sports Ch