Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

ors opened directly int

crossed the threshold. Her bare feet slappe

t jacket over the back of the leather sofa and walked strai

rched over to her Hermes Birkin

slammed them down onto the glass coffee tab

" Finley

oked at the bold letters on the cover page: Divorce Settleme

this, and I'll wire one billion dollars from my trus

he document. The rustle of the thick pape

ondescension. "You structured the equity split using Class B shares. That trigg

ails into her palms until they ached. She absolutely hated the way he spoke to her, always treating her like a clueless child who

t a Montblanc fountain pen. He popped the cap off.

ge and signed his name in

n shock. She lunged for

mmed down on the document

h her. "There's a condition. The effective date of this

ee years? Are you out of your mind? You jus

ess sound. He stood up, his towering

tipulates that if we divorce before three years, your entir

un. She had walked right into her grandfather's trap, a

he upper hand, Finley

for me," she spat, her voice shril

e room plummeted. Hai

een were blurry paparazzi photos of Haiden walkin

er chest tight with a strange, burning anger. "Playing the loy

pils contracted. He slowly raised

is voice was complet

her and walked towar

. She grabbed a heavy velvet throw pillow and hurled it

ed. He didn'

his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Or I won't

slammed shut. T

gs burned as she sucked in air. She sta

antique clock on the

e walk-in closet, ripping the heavy wedding dress off her body. She pull

the dresser, strapped on her highest stilettos, a