Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
But even with the fortune he had given her, it still hadn’t been enough.
She had taken the money and run.
So for her to come back now...
There could only be one reason, and this time, he would not be the same Gavine she knew.
This time, she had no fucking chance to turn him into a fool again.
Jessica stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the scene before her: the rumpled silk sheets, his bare chest, and most damning of all, the unmistakable shape of another woman beneath the covers.
Her perfectly glossed lips parted in shock, green eyes widening as they took in every detail. For a split second, her mask slipped, revealing something ugly and furious beneath the polished exterior.
Gavine shot his ex a look of warning. “Don’t—”
But it was too late.
Wednesday had turned to her side, and Jessica couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Oh, you bitch!”
The words exploded from Jessica’s throat in a shriek of pure rage that could have shattered crystal. Her beautiful face twisted into something unrecognizable, lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes blazing with a fury that made her look positively feral.
Wednesday woke at the other woman’s furious screech, violet eyes flying open in confusion and terror. She clutched the silk sheets to her chest, her hair a wild tangle around her shoulders, looking small and vulnerable against the massive headboard.
“Jessica?” she whispered, her voice small and confused.
But Jessica was already moving, her designer dress riding up her thighs as she lunged forward like a predator scenting blood. Her perfectly manicured nails, painted the same emerald as her dress, were curved into claws as she reached for Wednesday’s hair.
“You conniving little—”
Fuck!
Everything happened too fast. Jessica’s fingers tangled in Wednesday’s long black hair, dragging her sister out of the bed with vicious strength. Wednesday cried out in pain and shock, unable to protect herself because she was clutching the sheets around her naked body with white-knuckled desperation.
“Let go of her!” Gavine roared, but he was naked too, had been about to slip into his jeans when he saw Jessica attacking his wife.
Fuck modesty.
He launched himself forward, grabbing Jessica’s wrist and wrenching her away from Wednesday with enough force to send her stumbling backward. But the damage was done. Wednesday was on her knees beside the bed, tears streaming down her face, one hand pressed to her scalp where Jessica had yanked out several strands of hair.
When Jessica tried to lunge for his wife again, pure instinct took over. His arm shot out, his hand closing around Jessica’s throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to stop her cold.
“Enough,” he said, his voice deadly quiet. The words came out like shards of ice. “Try hurting her again, and I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life.”
Jessica forced herself to hold her silence, knowing he wasn’t the type to make idle threats. She’d seen him destroy business rivals with that same cold calculation, watched him ruin men who crossed him without blinking an eye. Her enraged gaze switched from Gavine to Wednesday, and she wanted to scream again because it was all so easy to see that he had already fallen for a loser like Wednesday.
I have to tear them apart, she thought feverishly. She had to get rid of Wednesday fast, then make her move, then cry and beg and seduce Gavine. She would do whatever was needed to have him take her back. She had no choice. What she had stolen wasn’t enough. She needed more. Immediately.
When Gavine turned to her again, bare-chested but now in jeans, she knew exactly what to say.
“Please forgive me,” she said tremulously, her voice dropping to that breathy whisper that used to make him weak. Crocodile tears welled up in her green eyes as she pressed one hand to her chest, the picture of feminine distress. “Both of you, please. I’m sorry, I was just so jealous. I reacted badly.”
Her eyes turned liquid as she gazed up at Gavine with practiced vulnerability. “I had cold feet and I ran like an idiot instead of talking to you. But please, take me back. I know how your mind works. You married her to lure me back—”
She saw him flinch just as Wednesday’s face went white—
Good.
Because she had barely started, and there was so much more she planned to say.
“You thought I’d come back to save her, didn’t you?”
Wednesday was now staring at Gavine with dazed hurt; it was rather nice to know the idiot was as easy to manipulate like always.
“You used the prenup as bait—”
“Enough,” Gavine grated out. “One more fucking word—”
Jessica fought against the urge to scream at him. Why was he treating her like this? Why? He used to worship her. So why? Surely, it couldn’t just be Wednesday alone?
“Is it true?” Wednesday choked out.
Gavine’s gaze snapped back to his wife, and seeing her so vulnerable as she clutched the sheet around her like armor was like a knife to his chest.