The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

“Mr. Harry never misses a chance to call someone useless—maybe he's just so experienced at being one himself that he's here to teach the rest of us?"

Stella didn't care what people said about her. Their attacks and insults never bothered her.

But insulting the people she cared about? That was something she couldn't let slide.

Now, after Stella's words, everyone stared at her like she'd lost her mind.

Did she really just talk to Harry like that?

Harry was Father Walden's protégé—a man with serious influence in the music world.

Harry's expression darkened, his lips twisting in a cold smile.

He actually laughed, though his anger was barely concealed. "Stella, don't you want to know why Antoney made that bet with me? It's because-"

Antoney cut him off abruptly. "Enough!"

to shut up, get on your knees and beg. If you can't do that, then stay quiet. The fact that I beat you so easily just proves Nora

turning white,

and shot to his feet. “Harry,

happen, placed a steadying

Harry with a hard, icy stare.

Says a lot about

finish. A drink came flying

He fell silent, stunned.

To my mother

you okay?” Rachel hurried over, handing

let out a twisted laugh. "And who are you to demand

you still spit on her name! Just admit it-so long as she was around, you knew you'd never be more than second best. You call her

cruel. "So what? She still died

trembled with

table and hit him. If it weren't for Stella's competition, he would have done

drifting to Stella, who looked