Comeback Of the Divorced Heiress
Aubrey trembled in my embrace, but she didn't flinch.
"Enough with the romance. This isn't a fairytale." Sage smirked, her eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Hey," she snapped, her tone sharp. "Separate them."
Several of her goons stepped forward, their heavy footsteps closing in on us. Aubrey's grip on me tightened, her fingers clutching my shirt as if she knew this could be the end. My heart pounded with fury and desperation.
I held her tighter, my eyes burning with rage as I met Sage's twisted grin. "Touch her," I growled, "and I swear you won't live to regret it."