Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 1

The upper-level lounge at Neo-Arcadia radiated extravagance-every surface gleamed, every corner hummed with the scent of money. It was the city's most notorious den of indulgence.

Effie Bagnold paused outside a private suite, her slender hand poised on the polished brass handle. Just as she was about to enter, a familiar voice drifted through the door.

"Effie Bagnold? Already bored of her," Mitchell Lloyd drawled, lighting a cigarette and exhaling a thin plume of smoke. His tone was tinged with careless arrogance.

A chorus of laughter rose from inside. "Can't blame you," someone chimed in. "Even the prettiest face gets old after a while."

"But, Mitchell, can you really let her go? You chased her for years-three years together, that's not nothing."

"And Effie's stunning. She could outshine any Hollywood star," another voice added.

Mitchell gave a dismissive chuckle, his blue eyes glinting dangerously, a hint of red at their corners betraying too much alcohol. "Why would I care? I'd rather have a girl who's soft and sweet, like Suzan. She's gentle as a summer breeze. I've had enough of this on-and-off thing with Effie. It's just... dull."

Someone whistled. "Wait-Suzan Bagnold? Isn't she Effie's stepsister? You're really taking the whole family tour, huh?"

adorable. She calls me 'Mitch,' and I

man. Women-they're just

"But she's still-"

velvet walls. Outside, Effie's grip tightened on the handle. She heard

her, cold and sharp as a

would stoop so low

breath, Effie

glancing

quick on his feet and always the peacemaker, jumped up with a

voice icy. "Mitchell,

response, she grabbed a glass of red wine off the table and flung it straight into Mitchell's face. Then she turned

anger. "Effie, if

so sure of himself-after all, he'd always

their three years together, he'd dated actresses, flirted with college girls, even hooked up with women from his own company. Effie had always turned a blind eye. They'd broken up and gotten back together countless times, but it was

this was just another