The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 54

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 54: You're No Better Than These Hookers!

Angela POV

Luca's smirk deepened as he watched me, lounging back into the plush leather of the VIP suite.

His eyes held that familiar entitled gleam I'd seen too many times in men who confused wealth with worth.

"Come now, Angela," he drawled, gesturing to one of his friends to pour more champagne. "Why so serious? We're all friends here."

I kept my stance firm, one hand protectively near Emily.

"I've made myself clear, Luca. This isn't an appropriate venue for business discussions."

One of Luca's friends-a tall man with slicked-back hair and an expensive but tasteless suit-sidled closer to Emily.

"Hey beautiful, how about a drink?" He held out a glass of champagne, his smile predatory. "A pretty thing like you shouldn't just

stand there all stiff."

Emily shifted uncomfortably, pressing closer to me. "No, thank you," she said firmly, but I could hear the tremor in her voice.

“Leave her alone," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "She's here in a professional capacity."

Another of Luca's entourage laughed, the sound crude and mocking.

"Professional? Come on, sweetheart. We all know why pretty girls like you two really come to places like this."

Luca raised his hand, silencing his friends with a lazy gesture. He stood, walking toward me with exaggerated casualness.

"You know, Angela, I've been hearing interesting things about you and Sean." His voice dropped lower, meant for my ears alone. "Word is, he's getting ready to throw you aside. Christina's quite the upgrade, isn't she?"

felt my jaw tighten but kept my expression neutral. "My marriage is none of

loyal wife? Everyone knows you're just hanging on by a thread. When Sean dumps you, what will you

like

high and mighty, Angela.

hookers?" He gestured dismissively at the women in the room. "At least they're

they're selling."

exactly why you'll

trust fund playboy who's never earned a dollar on his own," I shot back, my voice

besides spending daddy's money, what exactly can

Angela. You're not

in, my voice ice-cold. "To point out that you're nothing but a parasite? Unlike you, I can actually earn

his features. Before I could step back, he grabbed my arm,

think Sean will protect you? He doesn't give a damn about you anymore. I could take you right here,

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You're No

finger."

are you going to do? Tell Sean? Go ahead. Everyone knows he's too busy with Christina to care about his

voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I can make sure you maintain this luxurious lifestyle after your divorce.

back-that resort party where I'd first

it clearly now: he'd made crude comments about my

"provocative" outfit. He'd propositioned me for

his face loomed closer, alcohol heavy

I warned, "or you'll regret

voice suddenly cut through the tension. She rushed forward, trying to pull Luca's arm away from me. "Stop it! Let

Luca's friends pounced on Emily, their hands rough and greedy. One pinned her slender neck in a bruising grip, his fingers digging into her soft skin,

little treat," one of them growled, yanking her closer, his voice dripping with lust. "Such a loyal assistant, huh? Time to show this sweet thing what happens when good girls step out of line." He pressed himself

a wet trail across, her flushed face. "Don't scare her too much. She's just a pretty little pet trying to please

against Luca's grip, watching helplessly as

just laughed, clearly enjoying the scene. "See what happens when you try to act above your station? Now your precious assistant has to suffer

men started to force a glass of champagne to Emily's lips, the

and intimidating, like a Marine stepped