Kylian's POVI woke far earlier than I had wanted to. My eyes were gritty from lack of sleep and my arm was tingling with numbness from where Yvonne’s head lay against it. I managed to pull it out from under her head without waking her. She would probably sleep for a while after the day and then the long night.I got up and climbed out of the bed, turning to look back at her, watching her comfortably sleep as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She was beautiful even in sleep. Her hair was poking out in a hundred different ways from where it had been clipped up into a twisted bun thing on her head. I had no idea how many pins were holding it up and didn’t envy the thought of her having to take it down. I could smell the hairspray on my arm from where her head had been resting all night. That thing was better than any hard hat.The more I looked at her, the more confused I got. I couldn’t stop the feelings that were bubbling to the surface. Seeing her walking down that aisle yesterday h

Yvonne's POVMy heart felt like it had been shattered. I had let myself believe there was something special happening between us. He’d been playing me. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for it … again. He had gotten me to the hotel and now I was stuck. I was pretty sure that had been his plan all along. I didn’t even have my damn phone or ID. I had no credit cards—nothing.“Asshole,” I muttered.I looked at the phone sitting on the hotel bedside table. I wasn’t even sure if I remembered Cynthia’s phone number. I was going to have to walk out of the hotel in either my sheet or my wedding gown. Neither was very appealing.“Yvonne, can we talk?” Kylian said from the other side of the door.“Go away.”“No.”I stomped toward the door and pulled it open. “Give me your phone.” “What? Why?”“Because I’m hoping like hell you have Cynthia’s number in there,” I growled.“I don’t,” he said in a quiet voice.“Of course not,” I grumbled and slammed the door shut.I stalked back to the bed. My dress w

Kylian's POVI was in a worse mood than I had been yesterday. I blamed Kieran for it all. My wife had stormed out on me and refused to take my calls. I went to her apartment and she didn’t answer the door. I called her at the office and was told she wasn’t in. I, as usual, didn’t believe the excuse and went to the office to see for myself. She wasn’t there. She hadn’t gone in and Cynthia was mysteriously absent as well. Yvonne was following through with what she said. She wasn’t coming back to the company. Every time my cell phone rang, I expected it to be my lawyer telling me Yvonne had started the proceedings for an annulment. So far, it had been crickets.I couldn’t stop thinking Kieran had somehow put her up to everything. He was the one who had caused all this. I was going to make him pay. I’d nearly fired three people at work today, which told me I needed to do something to get my head straight. I couldn’t go on like this. I was about ready to eat a human. My job requi

Yvonne's POVI felt like a prisoner when I was the one who was the victim. There was no safe place for me to be. I was trapped inside Cynthia’s apartment and was too afraid to leave. Beyond the safety of her walls was the real world. I didn’t like it out there. It was a cruel place. I wasn’t ready to deal with it just yet. Hell, I didn’t know if I would ever be ready.I couldn’t go home. I knew Kylian was looking for me. He would try and convince me to stick with the plan. He’d apologize and do something that wore down the last bit of my defenses, and I would find myself right back in his bed. The man was slick. Worse than the best smooth politician. He would convince me his way was the best and like a dumbass, I would nod my head like a good little puppy and follow him back into his web of lies and deceit. I had managed to escape once and got pulled back in. I couldn’t make the same mistake this time around. It would only end up far worse.I had been dodging his calls a

Kylian's POV"Make sure the jet is fueled and find a flight attendant. I’ll pay triple their normal fee for the short notice.”“Uh, sir, I don’t know if it can be ready in two hours.”I was not in the mood. “It can be, and it will be. Have my jet ready and a pilot waiting for me in two hours. I’m leaving.”“Yes, sir. I’ll do what I can.”There was a long pause before he hung up to do my bidding. The guy was good, it was why I hired him and why I paid him so well. He would move heaven and earth to do what I asked. I smiled, feeling better about life already. I had taken the first step to making all of this go away. I needed purpose and leaving had given me that purpose. I headed for my bedroom, pulled my suitcase from my walk-in closet, and stared at the rows of suits neatly hung in rows by color. I shook my head. I wouldn’t need suits for where I was going. I wasn’t sure I would ever put on another suit again.I strolled to the back of the closet where I