The Billionaire's Runaway Substitute Bride

he knew was that this was not her room

short. A sick lurch of recognition hit her. Domenick Benton. The man her family had just married her off to. The Benton heir she had bee

wasn't what held her. She was in a vast, cold bed, the silk sheets pooling a

A dizzying vertigo. The man's rough grip on her arm, dragging her through a hallway. After th

the unfamiliar scent of sand

nd sharp, sei

oke over the Manhattan skyline. The view was breathtaki

d it back, her hand clamped over her mouth

ess lay in a heap. Torn. A

and, she lifted a

loomed on the pris

r. A wave of nausea churned in her stom

kling. She caught herself on the night

flew to

pt

he locket-the small, rabbit-shaped silv

only thin

the rumpled sheets, the plush pil

hifted, a low groan

. Her hear

med louder than grief.

open walk-in closet, rows of bespoke suits hung in perfect order. She grabbed the first

ndbag. Phone, wallet.

r heels. She carried them as she

his face. Just the glint of an expens

lent hallway, pulling the d

e

or. The doors slid open, and her reflection stared back at her. A pale,

ameful, tracking paths through her

risoner esc

omenick Benton woke t

his temples. His ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and calc

A bitter, metallic taste lingered in his mouth. The night befor

been

the first inconsistency. The air in his suit

ded on the bloods

A muscle feather

spine. That woman-or whoever was behind her-had dragged him into t

ainst the pillow where her head must have b

crafted silver locket

is skin. One of the rabbit's ears had a tiny,

om the nightstand. His

ea

sistant was immediate, p

ed on the locket in his

ldorf presidential suite la

metal pressin

ver it