She Signed The Divorce Quietly — Then Arrived On A Billionaire’s Private Jet

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Beatrice scoffed. “The Blackwoods haven’t attended a public event in New York in twenty years.”

The music stopped.

The heavy velvet curtains at the back of the hangar, which led to the private tarmac, began to part. The sound of a jet engine whining down could be heard—loud, powerful, close.

The massive doors slid open, revealing continue reading …