Playing The Toxic Wife To Attract Billionaires

e walked over to the massive vanity an

rls aside. The expensive jewelry crashed ag

lank Divorce Agreement drafted by Isaac's lawyers months

She would walk away with absolutely nothing. She sl

ng for a different task. The red countdown timer si

elt cold against her skin. Her wrist shook slightly

ruthless predator in the tech world. Swallowing hard, she forced her h

She bypassed the soft pastels and pulled a skin-tight, blo

or, she dragged a matching red lipstick a

inch Christian Louboutins and walked toward the grand stairca

es against the walls, lowering their head

r study. She stopped. She took a deep breath, tryi

brass handle and shoved the heavy doo

ny desk, his long fingers typing rapidly across a ke

y lifted his head. His eyes were the color of Siberia

in the back of her knees. Her ca

e!" the system shr

ine straight. She

hoing off the wood paneling. She reached the desk and slamm

ument. He read the words Divorce Agreement. A

desk. She injected every ounce of disgust she could muster

is leather chair, crossing his hands over his stomach. He

une felt it pressing against her eardrums. She fought the overw

. The sound vibrated through the

ocked the light from the window, casting a

ep back. She bit the inside of her cheek until s

ess than a foot away from her, forcing her

cold fingers clamped around

e of his skin sent a violent shiver down her spine. He

sp. "What game are you playing now,

tion. A blaring alarm echoed in her mind: [System Warning: Maintain arrogant persona!] The cold command g

darkened to a terrifying shade of midnigh