e streets of Manhattan, the tinted windows shieldin

ey had left for the courthouse, Chantal had told him she had no ide

ntal said simply. "We'll de

ments could wait. What mattered was the ring on

hopping," h

ger had cleared the entire floor, standing at attention with a velv

hantal instructed, sitting elegantly on the plush velvet sofa

al to play the modest, demure bride. He picked up a massive, flawless pink diamond-the lege

nd slid the heavy, cold plati

ettled against her skin. She ran her thumb over the shar

amond," Dallas said, his voice thick with pr

k, but quickly scrambled to process

lite, appointment-only br

"Not a sweet, innocent dress. I want a gown designed for a woman who is about

asterpiece. It was a stark, brilliant white haute couture gown, featuring a plunging neckline,

emerged from the dressing room. Even though she couldn't see his reaction,

l, terrifying beauty. The dress clung to her body like a second skin, the cr

" Chantal asked, a smi

led, standing up and closing the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around he

" Chantal whispered, resting

d slipped it into her hand. "My personal limitless account. Buy whatever

n the card, her smile widening. "Yo

, his voice dropping to a possessive rumb