He Smirked While Signing the Divorce Papers—Not Knowing His Wife Was the Heiress

the fryer. He didn’t look at the dumpster or acknowledge the stray cat watching from behind a crate. He simply approached me and bowed formally.

“Miss Blackwood,” he said with the kind of deference usually reserved for heads of state. “Your father is waiting in Zurich. The jet has been fueled and the flight plan filed.”

I nodded, taking one last look continue reading …