Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

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Genevieve mulled it over for a second. Johnson knew how to drive a hard bargain.

Chances were his second condition was his real aim all along.

He asked for a lot of money, but TuringTech Innovations wasn’t worth that kind of money right

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But if Genevieve could keep all the patents and tech, it would save her a heck of a headache down the road. So, maybe there was room to negotiate after all.

Genevieve smiled and said, “We’ll need to hash out the specifics.”

That was her way of tentatively agreeing to his terms, with a clear message: she had conditions of her own that needed to be met.

Johnson smiled and raised his eyebrows, raising the glass in his hand. “Here’s to a fruitful partnership!”

They were surrounded by swarms of people. Genevieve didn’t overthink it and took a polite sip from her glass. The fruit wine packed more of a punch than she expected, but she swallowed it down anyway.

Johnson was beaming as he stood up, “Ms. Lawrence, my secretary is also here. Why don’t we take this to her room to go over the finer points?”

He seemed pleased to reach an agreement. Whipping out his phone right in front of her, he dialed up his secretary to get her room number, eager to get going.

Genevieve was stunned for a few seconds. She knew Johnson was gay, so she hadn’t really been on guard around him. She figured she might as well strike while the iron’s hot and hammer out the contract details, so she didn’t decline the offer.

She sent a quick text to Louis to keep him in the loop and followed Johnson upstairs, remembering that the secretary’s room was 602. What she didn’t realize was that her message was never sent,

Riding the elevator up, Genevieve exited onto a floor that was all rest and relaxation, the plush carpet making it a quiet zone.

But as soon as she stepped off, a heavy fog seemed to weigh down on her head.

off. Leaning on the railing, she let the ocean breeze hit her face, trying to clear

body started to heat up, a warning siren blaring inside her head. She fumbled for her phone only to realize the signal was jammed–she

up from the depths of her thoughts. ‘Could it be the drink that Johnson handed me?‘

wasn’t right, clenched her fist tightly, and was

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door opposite her

Genevieve’s arm and pulled hard into the

body felt weak and her mind was groggy;

struggles did nothing as Johnson dragged her inside, threw her to the floor, and locked the

a moment of clarity to Genevieve, and with a pale face, she tried

room. ‘Could this all have been a

normally cordial demeanor, taking on a chilling air. He took off his watch with a smirk that was far from friendly, no longer pretending to be the amiable man

an item from a nearby cupboard, a

tightened. “If I go missing,

a soft chuckle, his eyes dripping with disdain as he walked over to the bed and switched on a camera. Then he turned to Genevieve, “Ms. Lawrence, just bad luck on your part. Someone offered a pretty penny for a video of us together, and I took the deal. All that talk of cooperation was just a game, that company’s been sold off a long time ago…”

eyeing his chips, looking as though he wanted. to devour her and

her eyes misting over. She dug her nails into her palm to stay alert. “I can give you any amount of money you want, just name it. I’m the daughter of Lawrence Group;

Ston struggling, no one here can save

raised the whip, lashing

at this moment, a massive firework burst open in the night sky, illuminating half of

slowly transformed into an extravaganza

they were about to fade away, they

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in the sky longer than any other part of the display, a feast for the eyes that no one wanted to end. Out of the scintillating message appeared an

tucked into these grand gestures. Yet, he had scoured every deck high. and