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?"

expression neutral. "My marriage

chuckled, taking another step closer. "Why keep playing the loyal wife? Everyone knows you're just hanging on by a thread. When

you could do better. Someone like me could give you everything you

acting so high and mighty, Angela. Everyone knows you

different from these hookers?" He gestured dismissively at the women in the room.

they're selling."

eyes flashed dangerously. "And that's exactly why

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

Luca, besides spending daddy's money, what

You're not in a position

you're nothing but a parasite? Unlike you, I can actually earn my own

flashed across his features. Before I could step back, he

He doesn't give a damn about you anymore. I could take you right

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No

finger."

harsh and ugly. "What are you going to do? Tell Sean? Go ahead. Everyone knows he's too busy with Christina to care about

mistress instead? His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I can make sure you maintain this luxurious lifestyle after your divorce. Remember that island party five years ago? I liked you from the moment I

resort party where I'd first encountered Luca. We'd had a heated argument

he'd made crude comments about

to seduce men with my "provocative" outfit. He'd propositioned

felt bile rise in my throat as his face loomed closer, alcohol heavy on his breath. I tried to pull

of me," I

through the tension. She rushed forward, trying

his fingers digging into her soft skin, while the

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 against her, his bulge obvious through his

his hot breath tickling her ear as he dragged his tongue slowly up her cheek, leaving a wet trail across, her flushed face. "Don't scare her too much. She's just a pretty little

helplessly as tears welled up in Emily's

when you try to act above

glass of champagne to Emily's lips, the door burst open with a thunderous

figure filled the doorway-broad-shouldered and intimidating, like a Marine stepped straight out of a recruitment