LOGIN“He did this.” Her voice was barely audible. Cressida remained silent. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she wiped it away almost violently. “After everything I’ve already lost…” Her voice finally broke. “I lost my baby, and he didn’t even care.” Cressida’s expression remained unreadable. Arab
In the master suite on the top floor, Arabella Montclair sat propped against a mountain of silk pillows, one leg tucked beneath her as she stared at the muted television. An untouched breakfast sat on the silver tray beside her bed, the coffee long gone cold, while an open bottle of champagne rest
"Get your filthy hands off my husband!" Victoria shrieked as Reginald was escorted toward the front entrance, her silk robe had already fallen somewhere behind her on the staircase, leaving her in a thin ivory silk dress that clung crookedly to her body, one strap slipping down her shoulder as she
Reginald Montclair sat at the head of the long mahogany table, laptop open, thick financial papers and passports spread out over the table. His finger tapped against his silver pen in an agitated rhythm as he scanned offshore bank account routing numbers. Ever since Sebastian Hawthorne had backed h
Eloise The dressing room door swung open without warning breaking the quiet of the dressing room. Eloise’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her fingers reacted before her mind did. In one frantic motion, she snatched the pregnancy test from the marble countertop, shoved it bac
Her chest heaved against mine, her breath sweet and breathless as I pressed my body flush between her knees, mapping every curve of her waist and hips. "Sebastian..." she whimpered against my lips, her hands tugging frantically at the buttons of my dress shirt, pulling it open to press her warm pal







