Bound By Lies: The Unwanted Contract Wife

ith Kevin at the French restaurant, Calista wrapped her shawl tighter against the cool nigh

n unlocked the doors with his key fob and pu

aling deeply before the door closed; inside the confined space, the sw

ked his tie loose, clearly exhausted fro

avenue, Calista watched the neon lights

is car

es on the road ah

eek. Since when do y

head and stared sha

already adjusted the angle of this

teering wheel until his knuckles tur

you tryi

or pocket, pulled out a crumpled tissue stained with a

a said, leaning back against the headrest with mockery in her vo

ke pedal, sending the sports car screeching violently to a

gainst the locked seatbelt, making her clu

u lost y

ike a cornered beast as he grabbed the top of her seat

y things?" he growled, his voice tr

errifying stare w

afraid of getting caught. Who is she, Kevin? Who is

tly as murderous hostility flashed in his eyes. "Stay the

bs; she had thought she was completely numb to hi

ng with red as she forced back the

nvenient shield to keep t

turning stark white as his jaw locked into a rigid line. For a fraction of a seco

e wheel, and hit the central unlock butto

raight ahead through the winds

red at him

Bridge. You're telli

, his fingers tapping impatiently against the

other word, shoving the door open and stepp

he Aston Martin roared off into the nig

whipping her hair across her face, Calista slipped off the high heels tha

her handbag and dialed t

d, her voice raspy against th

s voice came through t

happened? Wh

staring down at the black water of the East River below. "And first thin

car parks in every night, and the exact identi

ipped the cold metal of her pho