Bound By Lies: The Unwanted Contract Wife

ster bedroom carrying the chill of th

om the hallway. In the dark, there were only two p

one to drop her armor first, yet now it was as if someone had pinned her hand in place. She did not turn, di

vingly hot, and through the thin silk it raised a fine shiver on skin that had been cold all

long the bone, and heat bloomed wherever it passed-no reassurance in it, n

low, his breath falling

s steady; only the last

then springing back; her own breath breaking into pieces; something he said against her ear in a suppressed voice-she did not catch it, and did not want to. For

tood: both of them treated it as a punishment, a settlement, like two contracts

essed quickly, left a signed letter of intent for the transfer of the F

cleared her head. She walked to th

e back seat and

the nearest

or and went straight to the family-planning shelf, where s

ped onto the sidewalk, pushed a pill out of its blister pack, and swall

about to head for the firm when a calendar alert fo

ween her brows, and told the driver to turn a

s thick enough to choke on. Calista sat in the VIP wa

past her, and their lowered conversation

n such a hurry he hadn't even buttoned his

tient lost control again. Dr. P

londe woman with the blurred face from last nigh

followed the direction the nurses ha

he VIP suite stood ajar, leaking a woman's sup

ith his back to her, leaning slightly forward to hand a cup

knocked the cup out of his hand, splashing scal

e immediately steadied her trembling shoulder with his right

d. I'm here. Yo

Kevin's hand redden and swell, Calista felt an invisible h

arely noticeable, and yet his hands had passed over he

ut a smokescreen he had laid to protect t

nd and pushed the suite door wide open, and the cr

ife, Kevin's gray-blue pupils contracted sharply, and he in

d, his voice dropping instantly back

walked straight up to Kevin, pulled the empty Plan B bo

e front of his crisp white coat and

Here is your after-sales receipt." As she spoke, the corners o

feet, his face darkening dreadfully, his fist clen

eningly, grinding the wor

the time for o

glare without

r deliver the Fifth Avenue deed to my office

walked out of the VIP war

n against the cold stone wall, pressing her thumb and forefinger hard agai

a brand-new black Aston Martin pulled out of the hospital

slowly down, revealing