es's expansive corner office at Mills Corporation with the confidence of a man who

on Graves's polished mahogany desk

into a thunderous mask. He saw the official court seal of the State of New York. He ripped the envelope open, his mov

ords-"We're done"-finally hit him. This wasn't a tantr

a familiar face across the ballroom. Kieran Fuller. The man had just returned to New York after breakin

at had made Graves

e. The university forums had been flooded with speculation about the two of them-the br

too precise to

in half again. And again, until the legal document was nothing but a pile of confe

the stunned server, his voice dang

xt to Cleone's number. "This is not over. You are my wife. Forever." A s

way so Cleone could sign the divorce papers at the penthouse-had been strictly temporary. Sh

, and a bottle of expensive champagne she'd smuggled past the nurses' station in h

Sloane said, r

's lips as she clinked her cup ag

her birthday and her first day o

ia's handsome and notoriously roguish brother, stood in the doorway, a

glancing at Cleone. His focus was entirely on Sloane.

disgust. "Get lost, Beaumont. I don't socializ

surprise in his blue eyes. "Aurelia

nancy to trap a man," Sloane retorted, her voice sharp enough t

of embarrassment and anger, straightened

Aurelia. She greeted him at the door, her face a mask of concern, and tried to wrap her

asked, her lower lip pushi

hem. He looked at her, his gray eyes unreada

quickly masked with a sympathetic frown. "Oh, darling. That's

le to play. I have mine." He tapped the crystal of his expensive watch. "Seven months. From the day you were discharged. That was the

oorway. She had expected him to be relieved, to celebrate with her. In

e. She let out a guttural scream of frustration, picked up a heavy crystal vase from a nearby table, and hurled