Kneeling To My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

ooklyn apartment. The hinges groaned, a fami

oe's bag in her left hand. The pap

k. Emerson reached for the light s

erfectly straight on he

uiet room. A small flame illu

tte. The pungent smell of expensive tobacc

at. She set the grocery bag down on the shoe cabinet b

urity?" Emerson asked. Her voice was s

ine Chanel suit that looked completely o

s Birkin bag and pulled ou

nto the IKEA coffee table. The

p wood. The top page stopped ri

old letters of the Schroeder Family

g metal. "Sign it, swear you'll cut all ties with my son,

, a harsh reminder of how the wealthy viewed human connection-as a transaction to be terminated. A bitter taste flooded h

siness," Emerson said. She kept her dista

he stood up, the heels of her shoes stabb

The smell of smoke and hea

lder with her cigarette-holding hand. T

trice spat. "A parasit

merson's chest. She swat

rson said, pointing a shaking

shriek. She raised her ha

ead to dodge, but sh

ylic nails sliced ac

er skin. Emerson gasped and stumbled

eeped throug

, her hands reaching ou

oor was slammed open with a deafening crash. T

st heaving. He didn't even have his suit

s face. His eyes went wide,

rom his throat. He lunge

of Emerson. He shoved his moth

her high heels. She stumble

he tall glass floor lam

s shade

Razor-sharp shards of glass fl

He threw his arm up t

e of glass sliced deep

s crisp white dress shirt. It dripped onto t

m. She let out a blood-curdling scream and colla

breath. Her lungs felt l

y kitchen, grabbed a clea

den's bleeding arm. Her hands shook so

ed out, her voice tremblin

pain. He didn't ev

s eyes were completely dead, fil

d, his voice dangerously low. "I will cut you

d knees. She grabbed her Hermes bag and ran

ad silent, save for A

is uninjured hand and gently wipe

ning with a suffocating

ull away, a sharp ring

vibrated on t