The Price of her Revenge. Billionaire's Regret

ala. Marcus Sterling stood at the center of a crowd of admirers, his commanding presence drawing people to him like moths to a flame. At thirty-two, he cut an impressiv

rected at her. It ha

oo close to him in a daring red Versace gown. Victoria's perfectly manicured hand rested on Marcus's arm as

st always appear perfectly composed, especially at events like these where photographers lurke

bow with a fresh glass of champagne, "Mr. St

e, though her husband hadn't so much as g

you,

lla made it her business to know everyone who worked for Ster

ing next week?" James asked as he took her empty gl

eady arranged for th

ictoria whisper something in Marcus's ea

tainment schedu

g that even the wait staff had noticed the change in her marriage. She smoothed down her conservative bla

sen to be appropriate, to be p

attan skyline. In the reflection of the glass, she could see herself as others did – petite and elegant, with long black hair sw

go, she'd bee

*

" she'd said in that first meeting, pointing to

ast thirty percent of the target c

n – really looked at her – fo

deal would fail. By the end of her presentation, he'd canceled the ac

ss market strategies one minute and make her laugh the next. When he'd proposed six months later, she'd

standing behind her, his expression unreadable. Victoria hovered several f

iscuss their foundation'

, automatically adjusting her stride to match his longe

estment in Sterling Industries' new tech divisio

ldren, her charities, her interests, and use that information to help secure the investment. I

lly hanging up her dress. The Jacobsons had committed to the investment, impressed by her suggestion to incor

wledged her role in

g expensive creams that promised to keep her looking young and perfect. Through

the way it used to be with her. "Come over tomorrow morning and we'

. Tomorrow was Thursday. She didn't

as she accessed Sterling Industries' secure servers. As Marcus's wife, she had high-level clearance, though she rarely used it. She'd promi

off old instincts. The financial anal

but not in the way Marcus thought. There were discrepancies in the Asian market expansions, careful manipulations

ital trail, it had her f

ing Victoria guarded them jealously. Now she understood why. Someone had used her login credentials to create a perfect pa

ckly close the laptop. Marcus appeared in the door

Don't forget you have your charity meeting t

nce in his eyes, the slight hardening of his jaw when he said her name, the way he no longer met her ga

been

aid softly. "I'll

is footsteps faded before reopening her laptop. Her fingers hesi

Time to remember the skills that had once impressed a billionaire.

d given up everything to

agreed to be t