The instant he turned away, I saw the woman in his arms open her eyes.
That taunting look she gave me was a silent, savage mockery of my helplessness.
I froze. A wave of ice crawled up my spine and coiled around my heart.
By the time I found my voice, I was screaming at his retreating back. "Bertram! I didn't do this! She's faking it!"
Over a dozen men surged forward, drowning out my cries. I fought with everything I had, eyes burning, but it was useless.
I couldn't believe Bertram would go this far for Alexis.
Then my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I looked at the caller ID and clung to it like a drowning woman grasping the last lifeline she'd ever get. I pressed myself into the corner, answered the call, and thrust the screen toward the mob.
"Don't touch me! My fiance will kill every last one of you!"
The two men at the front squinted at the name on the screen, exchanged a glance, then burst out laughing.
"Aiden Vance? That ghost of a CEO who makes people disappear? Sweetheart, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Aiden Vance? The untouchable devil who owns both sides of the law? And you, some cast-off piece of trash your own husband threw away, you're claiming he's your fiance?"