The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

pen the heavy maho

ass from the electronic dance music on the main floor vibrated through the soles of her ch

end of the hall, outside Suite 404, two m

pped. Her nos

it the back of her throat. Her hidden neurosurgeon instincts flared to life. A potent, weaponized a

apped around the cold, grooved metal of a tactical defense pen.

he ajar door

ered glass. A tall man in a bespoke suit leaned heavily against the e

d toward him, raising a syringe

tch like a stone. The heavy brass clasp slamme

from his gloved fingers and rolled

driving her heel directly into the side of the attacker's k

ized he had lost the advantage, and scrambled over the

t spilled through the open balcony do

t his gray-blue eyes were completely

g from his jaw told her the drug wa

d clamped around her wrist like a steel vice. T

voice scraped out

odisiac was aggressive, and its side effects included severe muscle weakness and temporary bli

from the corridor outsi

ved her chest, blindly rejecting the touch of a stranger, but h

lipped to the belt of the unconscious bodyguard by the door. She dragged the mas

shut a fraction of a second before

ar plunged int

is massive frame pinned her against the mirrored wall. His brea

inated card, found a line labeled 'SAFE ROOM - SUB-B', punched the corresp

ssive king-sized bed. She turned her back, scanning the dark

ess sprin

d out into the dark, his hand wrapping around her wa

fore she could strike his pressure

by pure, chemical instinct, he found her mouth in the p

drenaline. The heavy darkness and the overwhelming rush

ther in the dark, a

n sliced through the window blinds

he pulled away, the chain of her St. Christopher medal caught o

rabbed his disposable burner phone from the nightstand as co