Marrying The Disguised Tycoon For Sweet Revenge

ced through Kris

blood mixed with the sour tang of spilled champag

ed her e

rimson. A crystal flute lay shattered across the Persian rug, its jagged frag

llowed the

licate, silver-handled fruit knife was buried to the hilt in his

harp and absolu

her knuckles bleached white from the force of her grip. Splashes of blood stained the bodice o

ed to r

th

recall had happened hours ago. Her cousin and best friend, Felice Velazquez, had h

d, the word a dry

sheath slipped from her gras

door cli

n, walked in, Fe

eatrical shriek, pressing herself aga

is eyes fixed on the body. "Grandfathe

disbelief and accusat

ng towards him. "I don't know what happened! I

he recoiled, shoving her away

was ice. "Kristy, how could

't even l

placed a gentle hand on Kristy's arm. "Kristy, don't be scared

, each one a subtle c

o wail, growing closer, louder, sealing the ro

swiftly and with detached efficiency. One of them approached Kristy, who was shak

as they led her away. "You ha

dkerchief from his pocket, and meticulously wiped the h

aw Felice trailing behind them. Just before they reached the elev

isper, meant only for her. "He didn

rified, at the innocent, smiling face of

h pure malice. "Oh, and the drug in your champa

he shock on K

your ne

ce. She felt as though all the air had been knocked out of her lungs. All the scr

white and freezing. A single bu

repeated, her voice hoarse. "My cousin,

"Ms. Hill, your fingerprints are on the sheath. You have motive-Mr. Conrad Sharpe was against your

r added, flipping a page. "He said you were drinking hea

as a nail in

wyer," she ma

just got a call from her family's lawyer," he sai

pmother... they had

emed to glow with a bloody light. She stared at the one-way m