A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage (reese and hudson)

Suddenly, Reese registered the sound of a familiar voice urgently calling her name, "Reese, get out of the way!"

Startled, she swiftly turned her head, her eyes widening as they locked onto the impending danger.

A car was hurtling towards her with an alarming disregard for safety, seemingly possessed by a reckless frenzy.

The car's trajectory appeared to be aimed directly at her, its path seemingly guided by an invisible thread.

Her pupils contracted slightly, almost instinctively turning to the side.

Taking refuge behind a sturdy locust tree that stood sentinel at the roadside, Reese could only watch in breathless horror as the car collided with the very billboard she had been standing on mere moments ago.

The vehicle plowed through her previous position, the front end crumpling like a crushed can, rendering the car an unrecognizable wreck of metal and glass shards. Debris from the violent collision rained down around her, painting her body with a mosaic of cuts and abrasions.

Her arms, thighs, and side bore the stinging evidence of her narrow escape, the aftermath of her near-collision with the oncoming disaster.

Luther was rendered momentarily speechless by the scene that unfolded before his eyes. He had just returned from a business trip, landing earlier that day, and had come

held Reese tightly in his arms and

treasure that had been lost and regained:

her head, looking at him with

she spoke, she

arms, his mind racing with

stood before

darted between the stranger and the flashy red Ferrari parked nearby. Without a moment's hesitation, he carefully placed Reese into the car, gratitude mingling with

vehicle, she couldn't help but cast a regretful gaze back at the scene of the accident. The driver was beyond any aid, a tragic sight that weighed heavily

thought that her decision to ask Reese to wait by the roadside might

rushed to the

were left to

eyes with a curious expression. "What exactly