Divorcing The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine

glow across the master bedroom. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Manhattan gli

e'd bought it specifically for tonight, for his return from a month-long business trip. Three years of marriage had t

nthouse foyer. Her heart gave a painful leap, a frantic bird caught between hope and

, in a perfectly tailored suit, he was a man built of power and ice. He loosened his tie, his gray eyes swee

is voice a low rumble. He gestured t

on. Cleone felt a familiar chill creep up her spine, but she force

d off her hands with a subtle, surgical precision, his shoulder sliding away from her touch. He w

ed up the tonic bowl, sniffed it, and s

d back, his eyes pinning her in place. "I'm gone one

rry him blow for blow. "Desperate? I'm simply being a diligent wife. Unless, of course, you'

d, pulled her against his chest. "I don't need any of this,

er her hips, and carried her out of the dining room. The be

ient hands, and the cool air hit her skin a h

moment, the gray of his eyes was a storm of

in domination-every stroke a possession that mimicked de

r mind fought against, pulled sounds from

he wanted him, until her voice frayed into

relent, collapsing beside her

rom her without a word, his back a for

The silence in the room was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest, making it ha

rough the quiet. A sharp b

still fogged with exhausted sleep. She swiped

led from the speaker. "It's so cold in the hospit

ller ID glowed lik

ding, the white moonlight Graves held in the deepest chamber of his heart

he aw

mask of glacial fury. He didn't spare her a word-just turned, the device p

she had never been granted: gentle, protective, laced with a tenderness

rt, his movements brisk, efficient, utterly detached f

ke a lifeline. Her voice came out raw, scraped hollow by three years