Divorced By The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine

ng a storm, a color she'd spent weeks sourcing with a tailor in Scotland. She ran her hand over the impossibly soft woo

like a worthy investment. A small, perfect thing

Oscar-nominated actress, filled the screen with a radiant smile. "Yes, I'm stepping away from acting," she announced

h her. Such a public declaration of love was somethi

r world had collapsed. Her family's business had crumbled, lea

ike a savior. He offered to protect her brother and restore her family's stability-on one condition: she w

sperate and already half in love with the intense, magnetic man, she had said yes. Sh

er had reached her through the financial grapevine: Julian's firm had quietly acquired a string of prim

nt, signaling Julian's return. Aria's heart leaped with a familiar, pa

cably tailored as ever. He moved with an economy of motion that always comman

opeful smile on her fac

ng up to straighten his tie, a

e step back. His hand brushed hers a

d froze

hem. His eyes, the color of the sweater she'd so carefully chosen, were distant an

ering. "Dinner's ready," she managed, gesturin

and for just a fraction of a second, something shifted in his expression-a softening, a flicker of som

e void of any warmth. "

old onto the hope that the SoHo properties were

x, her voice a little too b

aid. He placed a handsome, dark leather folio on the table next

olio towards

asp. The leather was cool and smooth ben

, she read two words t

e Agre

the city traffic twenty floors below faded into a dull roar in her ears. Her breath caught in her throat, a painful, shar

sk of detached finality

h five quiet, devastating words