Betrayed Heiress: The Billionaire's Contract Bride

out to pin her to the floor. Before they could get within arm's reach, the two Whitfield se

nto his jaw, dropping him in one motion. The second Coffey bodyguard went for Aria's arm and got a knee to the stoma

silver USB drive into the backup port of the DJ console. The sound technician reached out to yank

ordered, her eyes gl

ified technician slammed hi

nt black with a screech of static. A second later, high-definition night-visio

ked on white sheets. Genie's breathless, mocking

knew we were doing this r

e seconds before a deafening wave of gasps a

opping to her knees and burying her face in her hands as

his fist into the keyboard until the screen flickered out

m going to

ria tensed, shifting her weight to kick him, when the sound of hea

ets and black combat gear flooded into the hall, spreading out in a coordinated sweep tha

he stun gun flying from Jax's hand, then twisted Jax's arm behind

am? Let me go!" Jax roared, his cheek p

stic zip tie, bound Jax's wrists tightly b

ut

and slowly raised their hands. A few tried to edge toward the side doors, only to find Whitfield contractors alread

ts scrambled backward,

actors' chests-the Whitfield family insignia. The team

tfield is waiting f

who was squirming helpless

ss for taking

ving Jax choking on his own humiliation. Outside the hotel entrance, an armored black Maybach sat idling in th

slid onto the leather seat. The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off

ew suffocatingly heavy. Caesar didn't look at her, his long fingers flipping

a monkey show for the public," Caesar