The Billionaire Runaway Heiress Bride
There was something about Sebastian Blackwell—something that made her both want to run and pull closer at the same time.
When she finally faced him, Sebastian was standing in the middle of the room, his dark eyes already fixed on her. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, but his gaze was sharp, intense—like he was carving her into pieces with nothing but his stare. His usual coldness was still there, but something else simmered beneath it. Something dangerous.
For the first time, Isabella felt like prey.
“Your drink, Mrs. Blackwell,” he said, his voice low, gravelly—a tone that seemed to wrap around her throat and squeeze.
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