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.

a few steps, something felt very off. Leaning on the railing, she let the ocean breeze hit her face, trying

a warning siren blaring inside her head. She fumbled for her phone only to realize the signal was jammed–she couldn’t make a call

of her thoughts. ‘Could it be the drink that Johnson

clenched her fist tightly, and was just about to turn

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opposite her flung open.

arm and pulled hard into

let out a sharp scream. Her whole body felt weak and her mind was groggy; she had no strength to fight

Johnson dragged her inside, threw her to the floor,

to Genevieve, and with a pale face, she tried to get

room. ‘Could this all have been a trap

off his watch with a smirk that was far from friendly, no longer

from a nearby cupboard, a

go missing, people will

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 gambler eyeing his chips, looking as though he wanted. to devour her and claim the rest of

to stay alert. “I can give you any amount of money you want,

just because you bear the Lawrence name? If you were the Lawrence heiress, would the Hoffman family have turned their backs on you? Ston struggling, no one here can save you. Today’s Anthony’s engagement

raised the whip, lashing it viciously

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

patterns slowly transformed into an extravaganza of multicolored lilies,

at the very moment they were about to fade away, they

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message lingered 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 array of beautiful, intricate patterns. People spilled out onto the decks of the cruise ship,

had meticulously planned. A cruise, fireworks, gifts- every bit of his sincerity was tucked into these grand gestures. Yet, he had