Sweet Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle

er voice cutting clean through the quiet

vering. "Ah, yes. Miss Bentley reserved the private salon. She indi

smile touched the c

liatory

evitable ambition.' Then, out of nowhere, his new benefactress had reached out with saccharine chivalry, claiming she 'felt terr

tress. What a novel, tr

epted the invitation for one reason only: she genuinely wanted to see what kind o

d, bowing with polished discretion as he led her a

e ye

ride, three years of Ivy intentionally concealing her family trust fund just to protect his

the private salon turned

ting on his narrow frame. Beside him, practically draped across his right arm, sat a blonde woman in a

ook a slow, sweeping inv

vy mused coldly, not a single muscle on her

aw guilt flickered in his eyes, but it vanishe

exaggerated tenderness before gesturing toward a solitary wooden chair across from them. "Sit do

pout. "I really did feel awful, Ivy. A man like Jordy simply has needs that a girl living on student stipe

and fluid, and sat down. She leaned back against the leather, crossin

hat apology, Kennedy, go ahead. I'm

an instant, clearly not expecting Iv

the waiter stepped in, distri

ttle of the ninety-six Dom Pérignon. And do ensure the butter is unsalted." She tossed the booklet onto the linen, smi

enerous air of a king tossing pennies to peasants. "You never got

other opening the

h waiter's gaze directly, and spoke in

ous plaît. Sans citron. La com

e. No lemon. The company has

ferential alignment. He offered Ivy an apprec

e party trick. I suppose you pick up a fe

nnedy. You should ask your fa

e so aggressive. Kennedy is delicate

rtner and summoned her to a three-star restaurant to gloat was now playing

r dark eyes pinning Jordy to his seat. "So stop

d into his breast pocket, pulled out a pale blue slip of paper, and

ghteous authority. "I know how hard you struggled while I was studying for

e check. "Fifty

t month.My uncle happens to hold immense authority within Stone Holdings' circle. A senior branch of the family. One word from him, and Jordy wi

Hold

for half a second on

? We belong to different worlds now. Take the money, move back upstate, open that little shop yo

il at Ivy's plain wool trench. "It's practically vintage thrift. You should

crystal tumbler of ice water directly in fro

hen she looked at the two

ieve they were equals in poverty just so his pathetic masculinity wouldn't shatter-crystallized into p

her slender fingers around

rning flicker in her eyes, s

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r and heavy cubes slammed sq

ed collar, drenching his new charcoal jacket and

g out of his chair as the freezing liqu

ng backward so violently her chair scraped a horrific scre

e to he

tantly sucked the air out of the room. Looking down at the shivering man across

ifty-thousand-dollar check betwee

it again.

othing more than a handfu

hrew the confetti straight into

through the salon. "Keep your handouts, Jordy. You traded three years of devotion for table scraps fro

s shaking, his face mottled red

shifted to Kennedy, her lips cur

stray dog and a counterfeit heiress. I wish you

ag, smoothed the front of her c

dare walk out of here!"

legant, and completely unbothered as she pushed through

xterior doors of Le Bernardin did the bi

ing air. The pride had held, the armor had not cracked-but beneath the co