The Forbidden Second Marriage.
He bowed his head, his thumb gliding over damp cheeks to clear them, and he ran his tongue over his lips, trying for a smile that seemed more like a facade than genuine emotion.
Sebastian's car moved along the curb in the distance. He opened the window, his keen eyes sparkling with instinctive curiosity. He brought out a phone, documenting the moment. The smile that stretched across his face was pleased and vicious. He reclined slightly, handing the picture to the assistant next to him, “Help me get the identity of this person.”
Sebastian's eyes fell on them again as he softly said, “Let’s move.”
Elena’s voice sliced through the tension. It's a Chillier than a frosty moon. “Drake… could you