vier than before. Seraphina gazed out the window;

t what kind of stunning or breathtakingly beautif

is back seat-a woman whose name doesn't

two cold chairs and a confidentiality agreement tucked away at the bottom. The elderly clerk in charge of regis

oolishly mistook his aloofness for pragmatism. She

she had ever held into fine ashes. She had naively believ

their now-shared, spacious penthouse-though separated in different areas. He di

ness partnership. I will provide you with the status and wealth of Mrs. Montgomery.

s, a silent vow echoing in her heart:

hint of mocking amusement in his e

se. Julian got out first, not even glancing at her, and strode towards the elevator. It was

reckless impulse mixed with despa

her voice barely audible i

ssion inscrutable, but his eyes flas

in her ribs. She had to tilt her head back

s, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Oh? Is

little courage she had just mustered. The humiliation was s

letely enveloping her, trapping her in his

s voice low and menacing. "Are you sure? This isn't a business dea

g her speechless. She knew countless women in this city would fight tooth and nail to get into his

marriage. A

that it was nothing more than a transaction. He never considered her feelings. He only cared about whether his rules

rself to lift her head, her eyes

interplay of unshed tears

ast try to be friends," she said

for a long time, the air t

urned to walk towards the ele

his was the first time she had rebelled like this. She hate

at the doorway, but didn't turn around,

roat. "I... goodnight," she finally managed to sa

levator, and the polished steel doors sl

ssip columnist was going crazy trying to find any clues about Montgomery's marriage. They woul