Pampered By The Enemy Of My Ex

eir dark accounts and raising children that weren't m

rewarded with a death sentence. My husband, Gavyn, didn

ith cold indifference. He called me a thief. He called me an "incubator"

red his hitma

ll cost me the only thing that mattered. Alone on a desolate beach, shiverin

and how the man I worshipped could discard me like trash. He

wasn't do

in the woods. He wasn't just a stranger; he was the los

a, came to claim his nep

thinks Alex D

the Grand Gala on the arm of th

burn Gavyn's empi

pte

ex

didn't sting as hard as the freezing realiz

the private jet. My knees slammed into the grav

leaving only the howling mountain wind

oomed

l who didn't lose sleep over bloodstains. He checked the magazine of his pist

devoid of humanity. "Iliana wants th

away. Below it, the ocean churned violently

just from terror, but from the sheer, crush

had framed me. And now, the woman who stole m

swallowed them back. Crying wouldn't save me. G

ce cracked, but I forced the

t my chest. "Don't make this hard,

" I blu

of the gun lowered-jus

tumbling out faster now. "More tha

the wind. "Iliana is a prin

eart. "I managed the Dunlap household accounts for six years. I know where the bodies

ng fingers. Rico flinched, his finger

y," he

e screen, bringing up the offshore account I had set up the moment

reflecting in his widening eyes. The num

d, my voice gaining a desperate st

then back at me. He lick

o, Iliana will

r I fell. You take the money and you disappear. Or... you kill m

second. I held my breath. This was it. The only leverage I

ed the gun

t," he grow

rized the transfer. The ping of confirmati

one. A slow, dark smile

ter than you

rhythm of helicopter blades sliced t

ed up. He cursed

e shouted over

stopped

me fo

ed in my chest. Maybe he found out

ing cloud of dust and gravel. It landed heav

steppe

his charcoal suit, his f

second fig

ia

triumphant smirk. She whispered something

ied a vio

didn't look at me with relief. He looked at me like I was a

y playing the part. "I caug

gaze raked over my torn dress, my

ice. "Did you try to steal the famil

at him, p

And he believed the lies of a woma

whispered, my voice breaking.

possessive hand on his chest, her nails dig

pping with poison. "Look at her. She's desperate.

me like a p

uba

eny it. He did

ond, I saw a flicker of someth

He looked at her royal blood, her connection to powe

it," Gav

d his ba

. It wasn't just a lack of love; it was an ac

ed at me, and I saw the slightest,

e mouthed

d into

d was de

rned and sprinted to

eard Iliana sc

yself int

screaming like a banshee. The

e-shattering impact, and the