Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 45
JUNE
Once upon a time, I was an unknown individual without a class or a single penny to my name. Now, my life has taken a lavish turn-adorned in exquisite designer attire, and I have the privilege of being associated with Ravel Southwark. There’s no turning back for me. The memory of the forgotten woman I once was shall never resurface. I am resolute in this transformation.
Ravel has distanced himself from me ever since Hazel finalised their divorce papers. Strangely, his emotional detachment doesn’t faze me. As long as he continues to provide financial support, shower me with luxurious clothing, bags, and shoes, and ensures my indulgent getaways, I remain content. Maintaining my prominence on social media is an added bonus that I hold dear.
Despite my apparent indifference towards his actions, there’s one aspect I simply won’t endure – the role of being the other woman. I’ve noticed his interactions with his ex-wife, their intimate dinner dates, and his refusal to part with her photographs in the mansion.
I am resolute in preventing any reconciliation between them. I am determined to ensure that he never returns to her. If he wishes to maintain a connection with her, he must formalize his commitment to me through marriage, making her his mistress. This is the sole condition under which I will tolerate their continued association.
Glancing at the time, I directed my attention to Matthew, the security personnel assigned to me in response to the threats from Hazel’s online followers after Ravel’s press conference. “Has Mrs. Anne arrived and checked in?”
“Yes ma’am.” He responded robotically.
I was confident that Ravel would be puzzled about how Anne managed to discover the true hotel he was staying at, considering he had misled the internet into believing he was at the Open-crest hotel. “I’m planning to have a brief conversation with her,” I declared, rising from my seat, causing him to adopt an upright stance. “No need to accompany me, Matthew. Just remain where you are.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he acknowledged, stepping back to grant me passage.

With the echoing click of my Louboutin heels against the marble floor, I entered the elevator and ascended to Anne’s floor. Upon stepping out of the elevator, the anticipated scene unfolded before me. The corridor was brimming with security personnel who promptly prevented my access to her room.
With my arms crossed, I directed a piercing gaze at the man who appeared to be their leader. “Kindly inform Mrs. Anne that June Silver is present, bearing an enticing proposition.” My words held a veiled promise of a valuable opportunity.
He scrutinized me briefly, seemingly unsure whether to take me seriously. However, my unyielding demeanor and determination dissuaded him from underestimating me. After speaking into his microphone, a few moments later, I was escorted into Mrs. Anne’s opulent suite.
Why didn’t Ravel provide me with something as lavish as this?
“What do you want June?” Anne inquired as she emerged from the kitchen, wine glass in hand. Even dressed in a simple black dress, she exuded a captivating air of elegance. “Louboutin?” She let out a mocking chuckle. “Is this your attempt at impressing me?”
“I don’t dress to impress anyone,” I replied matter-of-factly, a hint of amusement in my tone. “Except perhaps your son.” Taking a seat on the sofa, I didn’t bother waiting for her invitation, casually crossing my legs.
“I’ve come to personally accept your gratitude,” I stated with a hint of sarcasm, my smile strained but evident.
“Gratitude in person?” She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Are you under the influence or something?”
Unfazed by the insult, I maintained my smile, though it was now visibly forced. “I assure you, I’m quite lucid. Thank you for
your concern.”
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As she settled into the seat adjacent to mine, she fixed me with a scrutinizing gaze. “If you’re not going to disclose your purpose for being here, I’ll have you escorted out of this suite.”
Inappreciative bit ch. “Can you guess who was behind sending you Ravel’s hotel address?” I inquired, my smile carrying a hint of smugness. “Your team’s efforts to locate him weren’t proving to be successful, so I thought I’d extend a helping hand.”
“And you expect me to be grateful for that?” She scoffed. Her icy gaze traveled down to my shoes. “Wearing heels bought with my
son’s money is appreciation enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“I’m not here to engage in verbal sparring with you, Anne,” I retorted dispassionately. “I’m here because something interesting is happening that you might not like.”
Though curiosity danced in her eyes, she made an effort to downplay it. “There’s nothing you could find interesting that would equally captivate my attention.”
This woman might believe I’m like Hazel, who just endured all her nonsense quietly. I’m unafraid of scandals, so if she annoys me once again, I’ll create one for her. “Ravel is wining and dining Hazel and showering her with gifts.”