"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. 
Divorce. 
My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. 
Perhaps I was just blinded by love. 
"You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" 

**** 
As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment.
Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. 
Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? 
In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.

Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

　　Was Dave Scott a clown truly? Or he was trying to put up an act?


　　"You think a knife is going to scare me?" I said in a cold and steady voice. "You're even more pathetic than I thought."


　　He pressed the blade harder and I could feel his hands trembling from the knife he had pressed to my neck. "You don't know what you're messing with, Caruso. I'll kill you if I have to."


　　"Go ahead," I replied lazily. I had already wasted more than enough time with the son of a bitch. "Do it. But killing me won't change anything. Belle's already gone, and no matter what you do, you can't force her to come back."


　　I felt his grip tightened on the knife for a split second, then followed closely by the familiar dance of hesitation in his eyes.


　　I chuckled softly, knowing how infuriating that would sound, but I still chuckled even louder. "You're not going to do it, are you? You don't have the balls."


CHAPTER 201