ipse nightclub as Amelia dow

me in four years

ssica shouted over the music, her eyes bright with vi

nd had despised Da

with his cold indifference, his casual cruelt

r that goes straight into the t

ed while your husband screws his ex,"

ned, but it fel

Amelia moved like

mian's disgusted looks, his sighs of annoyance whenever she trie

ing day, men were looking at her

wn by her confident movements and the wa

tting him pull her closer as

hips. Real. Present. Everyt

denly-she was twenty-ei

ed her with desire. Who had spent their wedding night at

T THE FUCK A

a spun to see Damian Wright pushing through the crow

g here?" Her voice

Now." He grabbed her wri

an she'd been dancing with st

nd!" Damia

ee red. "Ex-husband.

ing one of her arms. Damian's fist connected with he

her!" Damian hauled A

ieter hallway before yanking free. "

o back to the ho

t him in disbel

to reconsider Sophia's case. Tell hi

edulity. "I made my professional assessmen

arsh. "You're his assistant, not a doctor. You

d coldly. "And don't get too coc

ou

nd, a saccharine voice cu

ook what the c

rion. Sophia's best friend, all venom and false s

her eyes glittering with malice. "How shameful. Dancing like a w

blic yet, most people still

utty wife. Tell me, how long h

ld have frozen fire. "Speaking of desperate-how did Sophia react

white. "Wh

nstead. Very artistic shots with captions like 'My breasts are s

his eyes widening as he st

ing!" Lili

"Should I show everyone? I kept them as evidence of yo

nged forward, han

ed two sharp slaps across Lilian's face. The

lutching her reddened cheek

, expecting protection, expecting him to

oice was cold as wi

t s

d to call

ntically against the marble floor a

he scene with co

e last time I see you too, e

violently. The way she'd handled Lilian-confident, fierce,

ive woman who'd tiptoed around

fe. Ex

blood was burning with inexplicable rage

e club's exit, another fig

kind of wealth and power that commanded

t to be ki

ng as he watched yet another man approach the woma