My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!
My hand stops my fingers inches from her jawline, and I ease closer, her lips an inch away, everything silent, the electricity sizzling through me when my phone interrupts us—Carter, his voice desperate.
I stopped short, my hand falling to my side, and put the call on speaker. “What?” I asked. Rain still dripping from my coat.
“Clawford’s servers got nailed,” Carter said, his voice grim. “Valenticia’s emails — some private stuff — are leaking to the press. They cast her as erratic, disloyal.”
Valenticia's bandaged hand knotted into a fist, and her eyes smoldered. “She’s destroying me,” she whispered, her voice shaking but intense. “We have to stop that van.”
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