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

another step closer. "Why keep playing the loyal wife? Everyone knows you're just hanging on by a thread. When Sean dumps you, what will you have

Someone like me

so high and mighty, Angela. Everyone knows you only married Sean for his

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

they're selling."

dangerously. "And that's exactly why you'll always be

never earned a dollar on his own," I shot

daddy's money, what exactly can

Angela. You're not

a parasite? Unlike you, I can actually earn my own living. Take away your father's connections, and what are you? Just another mediocre man with

I could step back, he grabbed my arm,

about you anymore. I could take you right

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finger."

Sean? Go ahead. Everyone knows he's too busy with

you maintain this luxurious lifestyle

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

now: he'd made

"provocative" outfit. He'd propositioned me for a one-night stand, treating me like some easy

throat as his face loomed closer, alcohol heavy on his breath. I tried

go of me," I warned, "or you'll

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

Emily, their hands rough and greedy. One pinned her slender neck in a bruising grip, his fingers digging into her soft skin, while the other shoved his hand

huh? Time to show this sweet thing

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

against Luca's grip, watching helplessly as tears welled up in Emily's eyes. "Leave her

scene. "See what happens when you try to act above your

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

intimidating, like a Marine