Untouchable ex-wife of the ruthless billionaire CEO

check the ti

t arrived b

s not novel. Like last night, he had spent many evenings away. But tonight, after everything, the

ne buzzed, its vibration b

th doubtful fingers.

Seraphin

hands became sweaty as she swiped open the app. The screen loaded slo

se picture. A woman's bare back against silk sheets

s blood

it said: Tonight wi

. She knew that hand, even though the picture itself was deliberately vague and ambigu

mi

on becam

room, break anything, anything, that would help

er eyes rath

n. Push

but she choked it down. This was not the f

tives in tailored clothes, helpers carrying files, quiet chats filled with urgency, the e

he ent

globe

nsed the change in the air, the stolen looks, the way certain staff members lo

only a surpr

as un

ept on he

nce congratulated her for assuming Mrs. Ashford. They now saw her as t

ecutive floor, her puls

woman in a navy blazer, the main desk recept

ool, steady manner.

ging over the keyboard. "Mr. Ashfo

d her brow. "th

and looked down, maybe lo

no need for

real

y hidden pain in her eyes. New from the way the who

was on

not isola

under her ribs. She nodded once

er word and headed direc

lack finish a sharp contrast again

ast g

her hands for

ainly and called after her. "Mrs

closed t

y, Val

cloth draping off her tiny form as though she belonged in it. Her lips curv

ok at her sides as

full with victory. "Oh, bel

place; her body was unresponsive as her thoughts s

turned to

mi

collar. Arrangements He radiated that same easy control, the man in

his dem

t all. Nothin

disin

she did

simply entered o

ow, careful accuracy, his every movement meticulous,

ils sank int

ger, hurt, shame. She forced herself to

Her fingertips straying the edge of Damon's desk, she turned to

d, Lillian refused to le

n turned to

tares l

anything flickering in his sig

words that broke her

not be her

art ha

r head to say, "Yes, darling." "Have you

move was

egs showing from under Damon's clean white dress shirt. The fabric swallowed h

ver the other. She leaned in and planted a soft, lingering

ed the tilt

pond. He wasn't

let it t

d smile. Her head tipped and her emerald eyes sp

lse burst in

f Seraphina's face, to demand responses from the guy seated so coolly

n, trained indifference hi

lawless flow. "I had no idea I should sc

an," she said. Damon is a rather busy man. She let the words hang between them then spoke in a c

s curled at her

, looking for anything,

of remorse. a

across

nfathomable serenity, his black eyes locked with hers, hi

t, he

Not a denial; rather,

ld, intention

t not to

dge was that s

the instant she entered the lift. Trapped with the ghost

er fingers shaking, but she d

ed on her reflection

s perfect. She seemed unbroken from the outside

rm, building unde

then presse

ry floor that went by, every second that

ed shaking as she a

prises' great hall. Executives racing to meetings, interns bearing trays of coffee

olled feeling

r. Nobody gave her

all k

he clean morning air. The city was waking, vehicles honking,

was something

ge. She could swallow the loneliness, the whispers, the

adays d

ng brok