# He Auctioned My Wedding Gown in Front of Manhattan. By Midnight, I Owned Everything He Thought Was His.

step closer.

“No. You have no idea who I am.”

I placed my hand on Adrian’s arm.

The muscle beneath his coat was rigid.

“Not here,” I said.

He looked down at me.

The rage in his eyes receded, not because Grant deserved restraint, but because I had asked for it.

Outside, snow had turned to rain.

We sat in the back of the car without speaking.

My wrist ached.

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