Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

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ck of suite 1402 at the Plaza Hotel, thick with th

gertips scraped against the sharp edge of the card.In the room, the voice of her fiancé, Elton Henson, responded with a low, hur

sconces like frozen glass. Without a word, she let her fingers relax. The keycard slipped fro

silently into the carpet as she walked toward

as she reached up to twist her dark, wavy hair into a messy knot, the quiet exhaustion on her face

ed the to

slid open onto the penthouse landing, four men in charcoal Savile Row suits

ad guard said, his hand restin

looking straight past the guard's bulk to the ca

s nephew's fiancée is h

o seconds later, his jaw tightened, and he st

e five m

cigars, and cold, sovereign wealth. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed the glittering

er liquid in his right hand. He was broad-shouldered, with a tailored wh

s turned

strip the composure off seasoned Wall Street executives. A thin trail of

re, letting the silence crush the roo

measured. She stopped three feet from him, tilting her head

ake late,

His leather Oxfords clicked against the hardwood as he closed the distance between them, his pre

sitive shell of her ear. The gold signet ring on

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eak his wrist where it touched her throat. Instead, she leaned back

them into the crisp knot of his silk ti

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thumb came up, pressing hard against her lo

voice dropping into a rasp. "

"Henson Group is trying to swallow my architectural portfolio to clear thei

her jaw, stepped back to the marble counter, and pour

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nd the counter, stepping directly into his space

the sharp line of his collarbone, feeling the sudd

pull back, his large hand locked around her

wn on hers with b

rbon and raw dominance. He lifted her effortlessly, setting her onto the cool mar

anchoring herself into the crisp fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back