The Unwanted Wife's Hundred Million Dollar Comeback

the wrinkles on her vintage white silk evening gown. On the vanity, a federal court bank

she was forced to sign a contract and marry th

ly and her marriage ha

gripped it tightly in her hand. Then walked down th

of Macallan whisky from the climate-controlled liquor cabinet. She quickly unscrewed the ca

rrying a silver tray. When his gaze caught the glass of whisky, it darkened slightly. He

ly. The heavy door swung open, and a blast of cold

the ruthless CEO of Montgomery Global looked tall, broad-shouldered, and imposing. He raised one han

ward the bar. The moment his eyes landed on the pure white go

rides, his leather shoes clicking loudly against the

roat. Lifting her amber eyes, she slid the crys

ng anniversary, Ha

pressed the tip of his tongue hard against his

imes not to wear pure

around her own glass unti

night is our anniversary. Don't

and stepped right up to the bar, h

have you forgotten how

ed his long fingers against the cold glass, and ti

ce heat through his stomach that quickly turned into

, old bite scar on the inside of his left wrist flushed a dark red. He raised his left hand to rub the tig

to place both hands gently against the warm, taut fabric of his suit jacket. Through his tailored shir

d. For the Montgomery

und her wrist. His palm was burning hot,

chi

orching breath brushing against her

e of drugging me just to trap th

nd, and crushed his mouth against hers, stealing her breath in a rough, desperate kiss. Their bodies tangled und

r slipping from the corner of her eye as she w

oulder. A buried memory of a girl in pure white who had saved him during his darkest child

the veins on his forehead bulging as h

hard against the sharp corner of the marble bar

ice water, and dumped the entire thing over his own head. Freezing water mi

r she used to wear. Y

rapping her arms around her stomach as if an invisible

e floor. Instead of taking the towel, Hale swept his arm across the counter and knocked over the crystal de