Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 4

“Yeah, my family business tanked, and you throw me a hundred grand a month” Megan said, the bitterness seeping through her words.” But every time I take that check, I feel like… like some cheap hooket; the money was just a token of charity after someone’s had their fun!

Sullivan cut her off, his tone icy. “Is that what you think?“.

He gently but firmly grasped her chin, “What kind of prostitute is that–you don’t even know how to please a man, only capable of whimpering like a kitten! You want a divorce? What kind of life will you live without me?”

Megan winced as he squeezed too hard, raising her hand to push him away.

In a flash, Sullivan caught her wrist, his eyes drilling into hers as he pointed to her bare ring finger, “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“I sold it!” Megan’s voice was tinged with despair, “Sullivan, let’s just get a divorcel

It took all her strength to utter those words.

been for that night, if she hadn’t seen the sky lit up with fireworks, she might have remained trapped in

she had seen them, and she didn’t want to be

maybe, as Sullivan said, she’d have to endure others‘ attitudes just for a meager salary, but she

Megan gently pulled her hand away and began to

watching her frail silhouette. He had never imagined Megan

flared within

tossed her onto the bed, his tall frame pinning her down. His face was close to hers, their eyes locked, their breaths mingling in a

Cressida, aren’t you? Can’t you just be honest, Megan? Mrs. Lowry was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? Why

that what had

it was her soft and frail posture, but either way, Sullivan suddenly found himself aroused. His gaze darkened with

was beautiful, her skin fair

fine, but once he did, he absolutely couldn’t stop after just two or three times. He kissed her tender neck, pressed her hands to either side of her body, their fingers