The Billionaire's Ego: My Ruthless Divorce

stranger. She wore a sharp, tailored black blazer and matching trousers she had just bought from the ho

e lipstick tube. Aggressive

dtown. The glass skyscraper pierced the grey sky li

were made of glass, stopped their whispering. Carleigh didn't shrink. She

analysts were huddled in the

whispered. "Rumor is Parker's d

other snickered. "Never see her at any real busin

fell silent. The men hadn't recognized her

he 'decoration piece' is resigning. And if I were you, I'd worry less about my marriag

floor. Carleigh stepped out, lea

tation right outside Kenton's massive double doors. It was humiliatingly p

t and started dumping her things into it. A few p

l, w

avis was fifty, bitter, and had been in love with Kenton since he was

arleigh's desk, right on top of her hand. C

d for the noon meeting. Double-sided. And

the files. Then s

Carlei

r mouth falling o

ore." Carleigh continued packing,

nd besides, where would you go? Back to that crumbling shack yo

. The open-plan of

y between her fingers. "I'd be careful, Davis. I know about the 'cat

olor. She took a step bac

y m

. Kenton stepped out. He looked like a thundercloud

acate the room as he approached. He ignored Dav

ce," he gro

ked up at him. "If this is about the divorce, tal

ed out and wrapped his hand around her upper arm. His grip

s to the hospital on our anniversary," Carleigh s

ed through

ling her off balance so she had to stumble to keep up. He shoved the door open and drag