The Billionaire's First Glance

“You told me it was over," she said. "Do you have feelings for this slut?"

"I love her. I want to be with her, not you," he replied. "There is nothing you can do to change that."

"I don't understand," she screamed, "She is nothing, a nobody. Have your fling like you always do, and be done with her. I am not moving out of the way for that, that woman."

"No, you don't understand," he declared. "You never meant anything to me. You were a business deal—a marriage of convenience. I have what I want from you. I fulfilled my obligation. I honestly should have done this years ago. Now I want a divorce."

She picked up the crystal vase and threw it in the direction of his head. He moved just in time to dodge it. It struck the fireplace brick and shattered into a thousand tiny, jagged shards. He looked down at the floor and then back at her.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" He stared at her, bewildered.

"You're the one who has lost your mind," she said coyly. "I will take you for EVERYTHING you are worth. Let's see how long it lasts when your reputation is smeared all over the sidewalk. That bitch will be destroyed as well. Her sweet little family ground into the mud."

"Are you threatening me?" He laughed. “Seriously?”

"Call it what you want. I will destroy you," she responded.

“You seem to have forgotten two very important points," he snarled at her. "First of all, you signed an ironclad prenuptial agreement. Your father is a fantastic lawyer, by the way. Second, I have the photos, remember?"

"You wouldn't!" She yelled.

"Try me. I won’t hesitate for one moment to release them," he smirked.

"You will regret this," she threatened. "You both will regret this."

The only thing I regret is that I married you in the first place," he replied. He turned and walked out the door, leaving her standing there.

As soon as the door closed, she reached for her phone. "Come on, pick up the phone," she said, her tone one of disdain.

"Hello," a male voice answered.

"Evander, we need to meet," she advised.

"When?" Evander asked, "Is it the same location as usual?"

"Tomorrow, 10 am. Regular location," she demanded. "I will pay 4 times the regular rate. This is a special request. It needs to be done quickly and discreetly."

"You can count on my team," Evander said.

"Good," She hung up the line.

The maid walked in. "Clean up this mess," she barked at the maid and sashayed out of the room.

NEXT DAY

"How long do we have to wait for this lady?" the dark-haired man said to his partner.

"As long as it fucking takes," Evander replied, "She is paying us enough to retire."

"Really? She must want these people dead," the dark-haired man shook his head.

The room was so dark that he barely knew she had entered, except for the sound