The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge
ater, Lily w
e took the keys to the Range Rover an
line of luxury SUVs sn
led up to
e was alre
anora was leaning against it, wearing oversized sunglasses, chatting
the heat ris
round, jumped the curb slightly, and parked d
he engine an
ite blazer and stilettos.
d. The other mothe
es. Her smile faltered. "Emel
her, towering over E
carried over the quiet street. "The real question is, what a
cing at the other mothers. "I wa
our dignity. Stay away from my child, Eleanora. If I see you here again, I will fil
This was Upper East Side
d a deep, ugly red. "Y
" Emelie smiled. It
s opened. Child
. She scanned the crowd. She saw El
he saw
ed. She lo
t down on the sidewalk, ignoring
de chocolate chip cookies. The kind with th
ened her mo
venomous it could have kil
e promise of sugar and the sight of her mot
an to
urying her face in L
and walked back to her car without
thouse, the atm
ed the staff.
istine kitchen that was rarely use
a mess," Eme
threw a handful of
r and daughter. No sickness. No m
"Auntie El said you were busy. She s
e gripped the ed
She turned to Lily and wiped
ut here is the truth: You only have one mommy. An
pting the truth as children do
es
r opened. Cli
ned. The air smelled of vanilla and bak
omestic warmth he h
o him with a cookie
ing at Emelie with a strange
now you bak
melie said. She washed her hands
said, looking around. "I
et. She dried her hands on
he said coldly. "I did th
pron and threw i
her bath. Dinner is in t
ding alone in the warm, sweet-smellin