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awake!" a man's voi

, keeping her from moving. Below her roared the sea--wild, foaming waves crashing against the rocks. I

e was swollen, blood trickling down from her temple, streaking acro

ee before work. Then, as she turned the corner, a group of huge men grab

e'd been taken? She had

are you doing this to me?" Her throa

ow that much," said the scar-

dy to sway dangerously near the cliff. Hazel screamed. "Wait! I have mon

d they tugged her back an inch from the edge.

you really wanted to kill me," she said, voice trembling but st

his face. Hazel exhaled quietly. She p

against her cheek. "You're pretty. And smart," he said, his breath hot against her

to kill you," he said finally. "Sh

noun immediately. Not he.

o hated her that much--her husband's sta

ia Howard?"

s Olivia, she might still make it out alive. Olivia probably just wanted to humiliate her--make

an's fantasy--tall, sinfully handsome, like something carved from marble in an Italian

of Rayan Knight's lover. Even though she was the sister

made he

't thought Olivia

eing arrested? The wom

ace to speak again. "So wha

you walk free. If he's not...you go over the edge." He smirked.

ed, stepping back slightly,

ind of man would abandon a woman

rt. Her hands shook. No one outside knew what her marriage was truly like. Rayan had never treated her like a wife. In public, he

were the things Evel

e than the gum stuck under h

y's adopted daughter. She had no say in her life. When

was written into

hing, no one, was worth dying for. Especially not h

t it wasn't Rayan's vo

ow are you?" Olivia's voice was sweet a

t to break. Olivia's plan was airti

they doing

he phone. You'll get what you want--I

nding at my sister's grave, paying his respects. He's saying he can

o you, I'm still better off. At least I share a bed wit

be thrown out of the Knight family, and

steadied her breathing. "Then tell me, Olivia," she said coldly, "why n

ried you because you look like my sister! You were a repla

told me directly--I'd have agree

still shamelessly agreed to be his wife. You need to pay for that. I want you to

e heard footsteps--Rayan's.

His deep voice rumb

She insists on talking to you. I told her what day i

eld her

hone, and his voice came

y. "Rayan, I'm in da

n my life very clear from the start. Know your place. Don't tes

r like a knife. Hazel's heart shattered. He

husband doesn't want you anymore. But don't worry, s

nged

r, hard. He howled, and she shoved him back with a

d one thing: she woul