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

making me feel watched.

“I thought you went home,” I said.

“You have not defined which property that means.”

“The penthouse.”

“Your temporary residence?”

“My permanent residence, according to Grant’s unsuccessful motion.”

Adrian stood beside me.

The gown’s reflection floated between us in the glass.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“I have news.”

“Good or bad?”

“That continue reading …