The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Is A Queen

t Side art studio. She carefully trimmed a piece of haut

ed vibrating violently. The screen flash

ed answer. Barbra's shrill voice imm

had not hit her account this month. She ac

. She stated clearly that she was divor

She threatened to come down to the

f she took one step into the Lower East Side, she

ed the phone face down on the d

the street outside. A black Maybach p

ked through the cracks and saw men

dark expression. His expensive custom leather s

an toward the rusted iron door of the studio. She r

a Patek Philippe watch slammed against t

rd shoved the gate up by force. His

t flashed in his eyes. He mocked her, ask

k two steps back to create distance. She t

ocked the iron door. He stepped forward, forcing

lt like he was going to crush her bones. He deman

struggled hard, but the difference in physic

against the workbench. Sketches and

e crook of her neck. He tried to use his u

Her free hand searched the desk and

pressed the sharp metal tip directly against the expensive fabric of Crawford's suit, aimi

h the thin wool fabric, pressing dangerously close to his ski

lute disbelief at the woman trembling yet standing firm in front of him. Her hair was messy, her chest heaving, and she looked exactly like a defensive, cornere

him that if he touched her again,

ht. The air was thick with dange

sed her wrist. He raised his hands in a mockin

e. He coldly declared that she would be cryin

one in Crawford's pocket rang loudly