m shifted toward her, waiting for her to stumble, waiting for the crac

a vindictive smirk tugging at the corner of his

g the distance between herself and Adrian, and reached out to wrap her arm fi

ind him." She looked straight into the central camera lens, her voice steady, w

uite. The flashbulbs exploded into a fr

harsh, incredulou

an Wooten doesn't date a penniless little reporter! Ivana, stop deceiving yourself! Adri

oten, don't let this woman use you! She's ju

. She knew she was walking along the edge of a bottomless abyss. If Adr

seconds. He looked down at her pale, reso

on the curve of her waist. With a slight

voice resonated across the room, carrying

t up with triumph.

executioner surveying condemned prisoners. "She is my fiancée. We are getting married. We i

o suck all the oxy

the carpet without him even noticing. His knees weakened slightly, his mind

disguised mask of jealousy. She stared fixedly at Adrian's hand restin

this floor," Adrian said, his

by one, confiscating all memory cards and recording devices on the spot, knocking down the extended boom mics thrust toward her, and herding the reporters back out into the corridor. "My legal team will issue a t

, flailing as two burly security guards grabbed him

," Adrian commanded without

furious curses faded down the hallway until the heavy s

scended up

putting distance between them as if she had just touched a live wire. Sh

oice still carrying a trace of tension. "I'll release a clarifica

he moved forward, trapping her betw

ong?" Adrian asked, his voice

wallpaper. Her heart leape

The scent of cedar mixed with clean linen enveloped her completely. His gaze droppe

r lips. "In my world, Ivana, spoken words carry corresponding legal consequences. The Wooten family trust has an explicit morality clause. If a scandal breaks before the annual b

that sentence, Adrian straightened and step

ase, and pulled out a thick, bound document. He tossed it casu