“I don’t need a child from some little gray mouse,” he snapped, thrusting a wad of cash into her hands. He had no idea that fate had already prepared a cruel reckoning for him.
The air outside was cool and damp, saturated with the smell of approaching rain, but inside the luxurious car a different atmosphere reigned—a mix of heat from the warmed leather seats and the subtle, dense scent of Alexander’s cologne. Elena sat beside him, clutching her purse on her knees, feeling a dread swell in her … Read more