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Chapter 7: The Boys' Club
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The Billion Dollar Bet Chapter 10: Confrontation: The Bet
GRACE'S POVThe press conference was scheduled for two, but I wasn't going. Not anymore. The story was already out there, spreading like wildfire across the internet, and I needed to do something else first. Something I should've done the moment I found that contract instead of letting lawyers and journalists control the narrative.I needed to look Carter in the eye and tell him I knew everything."This is a bad idea," Naomi said for the third time as we pulled up outside the Chrysler Building. "He's probably got lawyers with him. He's definitely going to be hostile. Grace, you don't owe him a confrontation.""I know. But I need this." I grabbed the leather folder with the contract, the original that I'd photographed and copied but hadn't returned to his safe. "I need to see his face when he realizes I have proof. I need to hear him try to explain it.""And the pregnancy? If he pushes you, if you get emotional—""I won't tell him." But even as I said it, I felt the lie of it. The secr
The Billion Dollar Bet Chapter 9: Positive
GRACE'S POVI stared at the test until the lines blurred, then came back into focus, then blurred again. Two lines. Pregnant. I was pregnant with the baby of a man who'd married me on a bet, who'd rated me like cattle, who'd documented my measurements and my vulnerabilities and used them to win fifty million dollars.The second test was still in the box. I ripped it open with trembling fingers, read the instructions even though I'd taken enough pregnancy tests over the last two years to have them memorized. Two years of trying, of hoping, of thinking something was wrong with me because month after month the tests came back negative. And now, now when my marriage was over and my husband had revealed himself to be a monster, now my body decided to cooperate.I took the second test. Set the timer again. Paced the bathroom in circles so tight I was basically spinning. Three minutes felt like three hours. When the alarm went off I grabbed the test so fast I almost dropped it in the toilet.
The Billion Dollar Bet Chapter 8: The Bet
GRACE'S POVThe investigator's office was in a building that had seen better days, sandwiched between a nail salon and a bodega in Chelsea. Not exactly what I'd expected when Naomi had called him the best in the business, but then again, the best probably didn't advertise. I climbed three flights of narrow stairs, my heart hammering harder with each step, and knocked on a door with frosted glass that read "Sullivan Investigations" in faded gold lettering.The man who answered was maybe fifty, with gray hair and tired eyes that had seen too much. He looked me over once, nodded like he'd already sized up my whole situation, and gestured me inside. "You're Grace. Naomi said you'd be coming. I'm Danny Sullivan."His office was small but organized, walls covered with filing cabinets and a desk that held three computer monitors and enough equipment to run a surveillance operation. He cleared a chair for me, moved a stack of folders, and sat down behind his desk with the kind of economy of m
The Billion Dollar Bet Chapter 7: The Boys' Club
CARTER'S POVThe Hastings Club looked the same as it always did… dark wood paneling, leather chairs that cost more than most people's cars, oil paintings of dead rich men who'd probably been just as morally bankrupt as the current members. I showed up at seven because Marcus had texted that morning saying we needed to celebrate, that drinks were on him. I knew what he really wanted was confirmation that Grace had signed and this whole mess was behind us.The bar was nearly empty, just a few older guys nursing scotch and talking quietly about market trends or yacht maintenance or whatever rich men talked about when their wives weren't around. Marcus was in our usual corner booth, already on his second drink judging by the color in his cheeks. He grinned when he saw me, stood up to clap me on the back like I'd just closed a major deal instead of ending my marriage."There he is. The free man." He pushed a glass of eighteen-year Macallan toward me, the expensive stuff the club kept in re
The Billion Dollar Bet Chapter 6: Moving Out
GRACE'S POVThe apartment felt different now that I knew I was leaving. Like walking through a museum of someone else's life, a carefully curated exhibit of the woman I'd pretended to be for three years. I stood in the master bedroom doorway with empty boxes stacked beside me and tried to figure out where to start. The closet seemed logical—clothes were mine, clearly mine, even if Carter had opinions about what I wore. But my feet wouldn't move. I just kept staring at the bed we'd shared, the nightstand where I'd kept a stack of design magazines I never had time to read, the window seat where I used to sit and sketch before I'd convinced myself that being Carter's wife was enough of a career.Naomi had wanted to come help but I'd told her I needed to do this alone. Now I was regretting that decision because the silence was oppressive, made room for thoughts I'd been successfully avoiding since I signed those papers two days ago. I'd been so sure in David's office, so cold and certain.
The Billion Dollar Bet Chapter 5: The Offer
CARTER'S POVDavid called me at six in the morning, which meant either very good news or very bad news. I was at the gym… the one advantage of Grace kicking me out was being able to work out at five without her asking when I'd be home… when my phone lit up with his number."Tell me she signed," I said instead of hello."Not yet. Her attorney responded yesterday saying they're reviewing the offer." David's voice had that careful tone lawyers use when they're about to deliver bad news. "Carter, I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me."I stopped mid-rep on the bench press, racked the weight. "What?""Is there anything else she could find? Anything we haven't accounted for in the settlement?" He paused. "Because ten million is a lot of money to offer someone who technically gets nothing under the prenup. If she's smart—and her lawyer is definitely smart—she's going to wonder why you're being so generous."I grabbed my towel, wiped my face while I thought about how
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