Divorcing The Cold Billionaire After Baby Birth

cross polished marble cut through the de

ere entirely white as her fingers twisted the cheap, frayed strap o

check. Sev

her, leaning back in a leather armchair. He didn't look at her face. He looked at he

htened. She star

ing home in a second. It could save her life. But the sheer malice radiating

. She released her death grip on the bag and pushed the check back across th

laugh. He leaned forward, res

his skin. "You played the long game. You targeted the trust fund. But

Aria opened her mouth to yell back, t

spicy scent of his cologne

ly had time to react. Aria slapped both hands over her mouth, her eyes widening in sheer pani

dark eyes narrowed into slits. "Still playing the

She scrambled to her feet a

s on the cold tile, and gripped the edges of t

ictor stopped. He stare

rigid. Disgust rolled off him in waves

cto

he base of the grand staircase. Madam Sterling stood there, her sharp eye

t girl?" the old woman demanded, her

r, his frustration boiling over. "It's a t

eaned heavily against the doorframe. Her face was devoid of all color, her forehead

ressed tightly again

woman's pupils contracted. She didn't look at Victor.

am artist," Victor snapped, step

own again, the sound like a gunsh

ers. They half-carried, half-dragged her down the hall and into a first-floo

locked. He pulled out his phone, his thumb hitting the screen with unnecessary force.

front doors, medical bag in hand. He gave Victor a

ribs as the doctor wrapped a tourniquet around her arm. She watched the needl

lly opened. Dr. Chambers stepped out, pulling his

he head of her cane, her

tly at Madam Sterling. "She is severely dehydrat

. A massive, triumphant smile broke across her wrinkled face. "

from his face. He stared at the clos

in his skull. Six

He was absolutely certain now. She had used her