Married For Money, Divorced For Revenge

e. Three quick

n look up. Julian Sterling was too busy reading an email on his phone, his thumb swiping lazily acros

I said. "

file it tomorrow. The penthouse is yours until th

itting there, legs crossed, wearing a cream silk dress that hugged her per

hould at least offer her a severance package. Maybe a job at the mall? She mus

me eyes I had fallen asleep looking at fo

apers on the desk, straightening them. "She gets th

his meals, memorizing his mother's allergies, smiling at his busi

in a tissue, was a plastic stick. Two red lines. I

your money, Ju

what this was. The poor girl marries the billionaire. The cont

at her. T

said quietly. "But you shoul

. I don't care about your sad backst

ke a slap. He didn'

idn't look back. I walked out of the office, past the recepti

ned against the wall. M

w, I thought. W

rnoon. I didn't take the car Julian had paid for. I didn't go to the pentho

t stepped out and opene

et is waiting at Teterboro. The

Take me to

cour

-

the head of a long glass table in the

stared at me. Most o

pat. "She's a woman. She spent three years playing hous

e folder in

ncourt for eight years. I have the bank records. I have the shell companies. D

ilent. Mr. Harrison's face

too

because I was stupid enough to believe I could have a normal life. I was wrong. So I'm back now.

son didn't say a word a

blonde woman named Sarah who had

next?"

ation. Their biggest investor just pulled out.

s on the cover of a financial magazine.

the first t

them a little harder. I want

-

standing in the middle of his office,

out?" he shouted at his CFO. "

of them. Vancourt Group bought everythi

ands were shaking. "Who is th

ows. They call her the Queen.

hen I'll go to their buildi

-

roup lobby. He was wearing his best suit.

he CEO," he told

ave an ap

t it's

sir. She's i

ator doo

eppe

down. My heels clicked against the marble floor

hite. He looked like

" he wh

d in fro

ee the CEO," I s

ords came out. He just star

finally. "Elena, I swear-

said. "You didn't know my father was a ki

ed in

u," I whispered. "An

grabbed my hand. "Please. I

d my ha

y," I told th

ate now. Sweat dripped down his face. "E

fr

lobby we

und. "What d

know about the baby, Elena. Your assistant Sarah

mach d

roy my company, I'll take you to court. I'll prove you'r

ser to me. His

t going to be, Elena? My