Betrayed By Ex, Married To The Tycoon

er boots struck the marble floor of the foyer, the shar

g room, walking straight into the firing squ

eather sofa, his posture rigid, trying

ght over her chest, her eyes dripping with

er, a nasty, gloating smirk plastered across her

r suffocating glares, walked over to a single armch

alf-smoked cigar from his mouth and viole

in his neck bulging. "You attack Erick in a hotel room like som

ead, her gaze sliding over to Haylie. "Didn't your pr

n guilt. "He... he came onto me! I was a victim!" sh

eer stupidity. "Save the bad acting. Why

g to pack your bags. Next week, you are taking Hayli

he company. And frankly, it's the best outcome a

er head back and laughed, a harsh, gr

g sold off to a fifty-two-year-old, disgraced, crippled pervert? If it's suc

gue graduate! I belong in high society! I would r

ated little hick. You have no degree, no class, and no future. Marrying into the Ramirez

to shards of black ice. The tem

uth," Elva warned, her voice a low, lethal v

at, Warren decided to

t a thick legal binder, and slammed it down

ecause if you don't, I will use my power as your legal guardian to permanently freez

is arms, fully expecting h

was no panic in her chest. Only a

Warren's seated form, looking down

ipping with venom. "Warren, you're about to lose ever

Then, he let out a loud, condescending bark of

oked at the three of them with the de

ed toward the grand staircase, her p

red with fury. "The Ramirez family is coming tomorrow morning to