Novelas de GEMS EMPIRE

They pulled up to a high-rise building in Tribeca. It was made of glass and steel and had modern architecture. A valet appeared immediately, and Dom tossed him the keys without looking."Mr. Hale," the valet said with a nod."Jeremy." Dom came around to open Cassie's door, offering his hand again. She was starting to notice he did that, the small courtesies that felt at odds with his reputation.The lobby was understated luxury, all marble and subtle lighting. The few people present didn't stare, too well-trained or too disinterested to care about the disheveled woman in the engagement dress being escorted by Dominic Hale.They took a private elevator to the top floor, silence settling between them again. Cassie caught their reflection in the mirrored walls— her makeup smudged and her hair falling out of its careful updo while he looked like he'd just stepped out of a magazine shoot.They looked nothing like a couple, they looked like a beautiful disaster.The elevator opened directly

The coat room suddenly felt smaller with both of them standing, Cassie still in her rumpled engagement dress and Dom in his perfectly tailored tux. She was still holding his hand, she realized. His grip was warm and firm and nothing like Marcus's carefully measured touches.She dropped it."So," Cassie said, smoothing down her dress even though it was pointless, the fabric was already creased beyond redemption. "What exactly happens now? Do we just walk back out there and announce we're getting married?"Dom laughed, low and dark. "God, no. That's amateur hour. We need to be strategic about this.""Strategic?""You think I've survived this family without learning how to play the game?" Dom walked over to where Cassie's phone lay on the floor and picked it up, examining the cracked screen. "Still works, that's good. You're going to need it."He held it out to her but Cassie didn't take it. The thought of looking at more notifications, more comments and more evidence of her public destr

Cassie blinked and suddenly burst into a sharp and disbelieving laugh. "What?""You heard me.""This is insane, you're insane.""Probably." Dom shifted, still crouched at her level, his expression serious despite the absurdity of what he was proposing. "But think about it. Marcus wanted you for the business merger with your father's company, right? Your father's contract specifies marriage to a Hale son but it doesn't specify which one."Cassie stared at him. "You're really serious about this?"Her breath caught somewhere between a laugh and something closer to panic. The champagne in her system wasn't even helping and neither was the way he was looking at her like this was the most rational thing he had done his whole life."Completely.""Why would I even possibly agree to that?""Because you want revenge," Dom said simply. "Because you want to save face. Because marrying me means Marcus doesn't get what he wanted, your father still gets his merger, and you get to walk back into that

Her dress was pooling around her like a deflated parachute. As she cried so hard her entire body shook terribly. She wiped away the tears that had completely blocked her vision.Three years.Three years of dinner parties with the Hales where Eleanor critiqued everything from Cassie's posture to her choice of graduate program. Three years of molding herself into the kind of woman who could stand beside Marcus Hale and not look out of place. Three years of telling herself that love could grow, that partnership mattered more than passion and security was worth the compromise.And he'd been in love with Vanessa?While Cassie had been picking out wedding invitations and seating charts and trying to decide between the poached salmon or the filet mignon for the reception dinner. Vanessa was busy spending time with her man. Hell, she was fucking her man!All the while giving an excuse of trying to enroll for a PGD and it was draining that's why she wasn't available.She was being played and s

"To Marcus and Cassie," someone called out, and the sea of champagne flutes lifted in unison like a choreographed wave. The sound of glass clinking filled the air in celebration, each clink another nail in the coffin of Cassie's composure.The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Rosewood Ballroom cast a thousand rays across three hundred of Manhattan's most influential faces, and Cassie Reeves thought she might vomit all over her Vera Wang engagement gown.She stood beside Marcus Hale at the head table, her hand resting in the crook of his elbow because that's what fiancées did at engagement parties. Right?They smiled and they glowed and pretended the weight of a three carat diamond didn't feel like a shackle around their ring finger.But Marcus's jaw was stiff. She'd noticed it an hour ago when his mother Eleanor had made that comment about "finally settling down with someone appropriate," but she'd written it off as typical Hale family tension.The Hales were old money, the kind that