FionaJust as fast as he knocked the breath out of me, my senses come back. Does he seriously think I’ll just give in and throw myself at him?“Even facing a broken marriage, I have my dignity,” I snap at Ethan, pulling away from his touch. I can’t make a decision with him touching me. His touch mes
EthanI swallow the sigh that tries to escape as I look down at Fiona. Why did I choose her? Because I have a horny wolf telling me she’s the one.“Why don’t you tell her she’s your mate?” My wolf asks, intently watching Fiona.“Once I tell her, Fiona will have control over me, and I’ll be forced to
Fiona“Can you help me get my inheritance back?” I ask, testing his word. He said he doesn’t make unfair deals, which implies he’ll help me.“I’ve arranged for a lawyer to meet with you tonight,” he tells me. Surprised, I look up at him. When had he done that? Was it before I came to the room or had
He must’ve gotten our information from Ethan beforehand, which will make this a bit easier since we don’t have to start from scratch.“I’ve found that you have a five-million-dollar inheritance, an older house that she was gifted by her parents, and a small house she retained from a charity auction,
Fiona“You have no right to tell me which woman I can choose,” Ethan growls, the anger in his voice making me shiver.His secretary wipes at her tears. She had to know this was coming. There are so many women around Ethan. I mean, he’s momentarily interested in me, but she should remember he’s a bil
We were happy at one point, I thought, but seeing Jack so heated makes me wonder. Was our happy life ever real?“Step back, Jack,” my father warns as I stand at his side. The protective tone makes my heart squeeze when I remember how much time he used to spend with me and my mother. We were a happy
FionaShock rockets through me as Ethan lifts my stepmother into the air with a growl. He moves between us and drops her, sending her to the ground in a crumpled heap.“I don’t hurt women,” Ethan says, “But if I see you harming Fiona again, I may not be so polite again.”The threat sits heavy in the
“That’s just like Isla not to say,” he mutters, “But I was so glad to hear your name when it popped up in conversation. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. Come on, take a seat.”I follow him to a small table that already has a coffee cup waiting.Excitedly, Chris dives in