Chapter 5

"So what if I'm in Leilaburgh? My new perfume's about to launch, and when it does, even your husband will have no choice but to bow to me," Luis sneered. "At that point, I'll make Jared lick my shoes."

I was so pissed I could barely get a word out. I couldn't decide if he was straight-up delusional or just ridiculously ungrateful.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Jared had returned.

"Gwen, you're mine, no matter what. For seven years, you've warmed my bed. You're just damaged goods now," Luis spat out. "No one but me would have…