Who Knew My Enigmatic Wife Was So Close?

her head falling back as she clung to the man before her. Her

ea, exhaustion claimed her, and she s

the depths of slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, memories fr

an, a shadowy figure with a strikingly handsome face that seemed oddly

throom door creaked open. A tall man step

hair, tracing a slow, tantalizing path down his sculpted abs before disappearing i

ching in protest. Her gaze locked onto his face

ld it b

icholas Bowman. The very same man who had move

voice barely a whisper as she st

and deliberate, eyes sharp as they bor

the air like a blade,

Nicholas, it was clear he

gh bubbled u

in her stepsister's place, f

offrey Bowman, was on his deathbed, he wa

the idea of a wife being thrust upon him. He even sent his assistant, Joshua Fletche

a business venture abroad, leaving Alison with nothing bu

at Nicholas had returned from abroad, but never

id over Alison as he reached into the bedside drawer. He pulled out a check, flicki

ison fumed. Who did this j

ble, like a noble who considered the world's concerns beneath him. His ex

r their hasty marriage, Alison had

et die. And now, as she looked at the man before her, a reckless idea took ho

bric draped over her as she moved with purpose, snatching up the check and tearing it in half

, a dangerous glint tak

though his voice dropped to a menaci

hat happened last night was just a little fun betwe

wickedly seductive. "What's the m

jaw tightening as a flicker o

ess and his ability to crush a

stepped closer, poking his chest with her finger, her voice dripping with mockery. "Honestly, I was q