Back For Blood: My Vengeful Comeback As A Billionaire Tycoon

into her ex-husband's world o

's throat, words catching in her shyness. "Sir, I promise I'll get

movements unyielding. Melinda, untested in such

g her legs and shifting her as i

, a cold, muffled sound escaped him, sign

n deeper than regret. Her father was in a vegetative sta

oduced this client to her, saying he was the city's most powerful man. He ne

light flashed-the m

His voice, low and rough, drifted down. "You rea

, deep, strangely familiar

Melinda froze. Blinking, she finally saw

agined-some balding, middle-aged man. No one could deny his s

a's face, and she pushed him

boring into her, he gave a cruel smile. "So, three months post-divorce, my form

under water, every breath a struggle. Discovering that her client was he

r gaze. "Yes, I'm surprised. The poor guy rose to riches after divorce,

Declan's cold, perfe

ts with practiced ease. Not a wrinkle marred his shirt or trousers,

ning from their encounter, pressed against the fabric of his clo

nd out, he was hailed as th

pushing him to break ties with his

uessed at the steel and am

two years-a dutiful husba

r-once the city's richest man-threw himself from a rooftop. Declan joined forces with outsi

pital bed, her brother desperate for dialysis,

way, never spar

lls drove her to desperate lengths, even

s cut through the silence. "If I had any real interest in you, you wou

ughts spinning, her hear

arriage, and he neve

tance, his rejection was always ice-cold.

as willing to spend five mi

insult was almost

Declan, I once offered you children without asking for a cent, and now you'r

thout warning, he gripped her waist, forcing he

his cigarette, his words sharp and glacial. "Here you go. One million now. You'll play the pa

ted her to carry his child, only to