Too Late for Roses
He suddenly gripped the edge of the vanity and dry-heaved, his knuckles turning bluish white from the force.
Rapid footsteps sounded outside the door. The butler hurried in.
"Sir, the guests have begun entering the hall..."
"Take Mr. Hart out," Holden said, his voice cold as ice.
Two security guards held up the swaying Lucas, but he suddenly broke free and knelt on the messy dressing room floor.
"Nora, I'll transfer every asset I own to your name! Please give me one more chance..."
"It's too late." I looked at him calmly.
"Lucas, when you toyed with a sincere heart, you should have known this day would come."