Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

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e years, those same hands had gripped the steering wheel of a beat-up Chevrolet for fourteen hours a day, ferrying drunkard

thirty-six-hour overtime shift on the top floor of the Ape

st to bring him d

s I approached the mahogany double doors at the end of the hall, the silence was

lower... what if

h husky impatience. "Besides, Domenica is probably stuck in downtown traffic chasing twenty-dol

owed. "Poor thing. She works

e mood. You're the one who can

umbness. Three years of sacrifices, three years of swallowing insu

kicked the heavy mah

A

ffice, Curtis had a woman in a backless burgundy slip dress pi

his face before settling into an ugly sneer. His dress

lenched around the cups until the cardboard creaked. "Is th

ousled chestnut curls, revealing a face I knew all too well - Brant Montoya, the hei

shing between me and Brant as if shieldi

ath, stepping into my personal space, his eyes darting toward the open hallway.

as paid for with my money. The shirt on your back was bought with my tips. And you

epartment's connection with Apex's executive board! We were discussing strategy. You barge in with your d

ouboutins. She draped a slender, manicured arm over Curtis's

er comprehend the sheer pressure of high finance? Domenica, you live in the dirt. You survive on scraps. When Curtis climbs to the

ood girl. Go home, draw Curtis a bath, and pretend you didn't se

he office we

t Curtis, who stood there nodding along to eve

et woman?"

, leaning closer. "Know

e is rig

the first cup and hurled the boiling

ing backward as the scalding dark liquid drenched her silk dress, staining he

rage. He lunged forward, raising his right hand, his p

thought he c

like an iron vice, clamping violently around his wrist. Using his own forward mo

AC

. He dropped to the floor, doubled over in agony, hi

e inches from his pal

pping to a lethal whisper. "You think you're a high-flying executive? You think you're a man?

ollapsed onto the carpet, groaning and cra

sperately at her ruined chest with paper towels. "You're dead, Dom

ver to Curtis's desk, and dumped the black liquid entirely over the stacks

d through the logo

this room stinks of cheap ambition and b

heel and walked

esperation and venom. "Walk out that door, and we are done! You will

lled the doors shut behind me, and slammed them closed w

ind whipped through my hair, carrying the first heavy drops of a coming sto

. For the first time in

e - it was the custom, encrypted satellite phone nestled in the hidden inner lining. The scree

reen and brough

deeply authoritative voi

the three-year

he obedient, subservient housewife who had smiled polite

Carlisle?" I spoke, my v

rence. "The family trust of three hundred billion dollars has been fully unlocked. As of sixty seconds ago, one hundred perc

craper cutting into the gray clouds above me. Curtis was still up there,

mile tugged at the

just told me he was co

ss out into the rain right now?" Carlisle asked, ice in his ton

s hissing over the wet pavement. I stepped f

reaked window. "Death is too merciful when given instantly. Let him believe he

wed into razo

kick him into t

mmand, my Sovereign,

encrypted phone into my bag,

to, m

he hills," I said coldly. "I