Mission To Remarry

Aubree clenched her fists by her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

“Who said I'm asking for your help? Don't you realize that I'm threatening you?”

“Threatening me?” The amused look in Shawn's eyes intensified. “I don't think you're capable enough to threaten me with your current status.”

Aubree gritted her teeth. “If you refuse to help me, I'll make a police report! You'll be sent to jail for what you did to me that night!”

The lighthearted smirk that had been on Shawn's face moments earlier had vanished. His voice was low and menacing as he spoke. “If I was scared of the consequences, I wouldn't have done what I did that night. Do you have anything to back up your claims? Anything that could possibly be used against me?”

Aubree's lashes trembled imperceptibly when she heard that.

Evidence? I was planning on using him, so I didn't leave any traces behind.

romantic inclination, but because of your prior relationship with Lucian.

her face contorted in pain. “If you want my help, you

tossed her aside in

Aubree before suggesting tentatively, “Aubree, perhaps you should

Shawn tossed

She glanced at Aubree before suggesting tentatively, “Aubree, perhaps

reply, she rushed out hastily, afraid of inviting unwanted

his room

were the only ones

above her and looked at her as if she

to her feet and hung her head low. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to speak

a sense of satisfaction as he watched the former influential socialite submit to him. “You were

dug her nails into her palms fiercely. Her body tensed up when she heard him call her trash, and his insults stung her soul like a thousand tiny

reminded herself to stay put to achieve her