with my husband tonight, or you'll
dential suite of the Ruy H
with disdain. To Phoebe, he was nothing more than an illegitimate heir, unworthy of her time. She had t
ssed paths with Rowan, as he had
he moment Rowan returned, Phoebe wo
randmother, who was taken away as leverage. "F
presidential suite. It
s the massive bed. The man
-the man she had been "ma
to be so young. And cert
hesitated for only a moment
reached for his belt,
brushed against his
seizing her wrist. In an instant, she was yanked
avy and intoxicating. His warm breath
was deep
to catch her breath be
is piercing gaze now locked onto
. Then, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. "Shh," she whispered
*
xt mor
rds in black suits stood guard outside the presi
the headboard. His fingers idly tapped ag
country, he had been whisked off to a business dinner, only
p, he had seen a wo
uld wake up while being in
o seduce him, yet none had dared to force t
e had disappeared
at least had the sense to run-knowing full well he
th a stark patch of dried blood standi
ening. A virgin. And yet, she had been
etary, strode inside urgently. "W
she?" Row
e," Clive
the words settled, fragments of a
other, Old Mrs. Hayes. He had never given much thought to his marriage to Phoebe, who had been brought in a c
the woman in his bed last nigh
mperial Manor," Rowan
*
ial M
met Phoebe's eyes. "I did
barely concealed beneath her collar. Those imprints had been
e wasn't
oncerned, I am Rowan's wife. Rowan is the head of the Hayes family. Your time
It turned out Rowan wasn't just anyon
hing back, desperate to recla
Their influence stretched far and wide, and the head of the Hayes family was known
, when the Hayes family proposed the marriage, she had turned her nose
forced Baila to
looking Phoebe straight
out and wiped away the foundation on Baila'
r face set them apart-a flaw that had to be concealed wi
ted beauty of New York. Baila? Nothing m
announced, "Mrs. Haye
was
smoothed the creases from her dress, and s
n a rush of cold air as a tall,
head, Bail
fabric clung smoothly to his frame, unwrinkled and flawless, as
d as if it had been cra
man in the hotel
to Baila-his heavy breaths, the heat of his touch... Her
y," she said sweetly, "you were so ro
iron grip to stop her. His expression turned cold. "How dar
oney, listen-it's not what you think! Old Mrs. Hayes was the one who arranged it! She said we had t
. Hayes
d, irritation flashi
barely breathing. She had heard enough about Row
e one who had slept with him tha
tion, Baila tu
ep, Rowan, catching sight of her
e. Her che
overed some
la. "Who are you? Raise
r fingers curled against her palm
her eyes. Deep. Clear. A perfec
s. They were the same ones he ha
sharp as he sa
e had reco