The Rival’s Contract Wife
Then, he tore off the left.
Before his assistant could scream, Killian knelt down in the water, slid his bare hands beneath Valerie’s icy shoulders, and pulled her broken body firmly against his chest.
Julian screamed, his tablet clattering onto the wet marble steps. "Boss, stop! Are you trying to kill yourself?!"
He braced for the horror. He waited for the immediate, terrifying manifestation of his boss’s curse—the sudden, desperate gasping for air, the violent swelling across his skin, the lethal drop in blood pressure that always followed even a minor accidental brush with a stranger.