Amberleigh’s fury only increased the deeper she got into the penthouse and realized that cunt had called in Angelina, Maria, and Janelle on Christmas to work her impromptu party. That thoughtless bitch had pulled the maids away from celebrating the holidays with their families to serve her spoiled guests cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Obviously, this mixer had been thrown together and not preplanned by lack of actual wait staff and caterers, using the maids to pull a triple duty tonight. They most likely prepared the food, served it, and would have to clean up from the festivities after. Classic Christmas music played from the speakers in the ceilings throughout the penthouse and no decor beyond what had already been decorated for Christmas had been added. Amber certainly got several looks as she made her way across the pristine floor and twenty or so guests. All of them screamed money and no souls, expensively dressed and draped in jewels. Courtney’s closest family and
Valencia screamed and stamped her foot like a five-year-old. Her face flushed to the color of the berries weaved in the wreaths lining the hallway. “You were a gold-digging whore who seduced my poor naive Jack no doubt! And even worse, you have Grayson believing your smear campaign against him! Jack and I can’t even get a reservation for a table or a hotel in this whole city! We had to put the lease for our new loft in my name! And Jack had to get his new Bentley shipped clear from Portland because no dealership around here would do business with him. Grayson has blacklisted him! Speaking of which, you promised me Courts, that Grayson would fix his mistake!” This was welcomed news to Amber indeed. She couldn’t help but smile. So, Grayson had retaliated against Jackson in the way he knew best, hit him where it hurt the most. The billionaire had known that night, the courts would not favor a whore over an elite member of society. His calculating move was not unlike the way Grayson had
Amberleigh was suddenly struck with the urge to call and check in on her boys. So as soon as she had kicked, pulled, dragged, cursed, and carried one billion worth of cold, hard cash into the back hallway of the penthouse, she texted Cori back at the Quick Shop. She bit down a thumbnail waiting for the reply to come. She had loaded the money onto the luggage cart, shaming herself for being so fucking out of shape, by the time she received the return message. Mr. Godwin is still sleeping soundly. Leo appears comfortable, all his vitals looking good. Latest blood count level is up to 8.7, trending up nicely J Amber sent a text back to thank Cori and she felt lighter in her chest after hearing the good news. She decided to complete her second mission of the night and then thought up a third as well. Grayson wasn’t the only one in need of fresh clothing after all. She would creep into Leo’s room and gather up some of her and Leo’s things. Because Leo would need clean cloth
It had felt damn good standing up to Jackson and removing the power Amberleigh had allowed him to still have over her life even after all these years. She felt like she had just liberated herself, no longer a slave to the past or those unresolved feeling she had towards the father of her firstborn. Too long she had waited for an apology and some validation from that piece of shit that what he had done to her and their child was wrong. But it turned out she’d been wrong all along believing that she ever needed it from him in the first place.It had been Jackson’s loss, both losing her and a son he would never get the privilege to meet or watch grow up. If anyone was sorry it was her. She pitied Jackson for the sad, unloving and unfulfilling life he was living. He’d lost the best things that had ever happened to him. His priorities so fucked up. She felt bad for Jack for the rich life he could’ve had if he’d only manned up and accepted the responsibility of the life they’d created. Chi
Amber’s fury only increased over that lying bastard’s deceit. Grayson knew her son. It made sense, the pieces falling into place. Amber hadn’t been given all the information on her son’s adoptive parents, just their first names before she got to meet them that one time before the birth. During that interview, when she had been deciding who to choose to be her son’s parents, they avoided any specific information which could possibly help her find them in the future. It was meant to be a closed adoption as Amber had wanted. But Elise had mentioned they owned a publicity firm. It was likely that this firm was the one who handled the public relations for The Godwin Railroad.Grayson had no doubt met her son and his parents through that working relationship, obviously attending company events. The picture of her son on Santa’s lap was taken at a corporate event for the railroad. Maybe the families were more than just business acquaintances and actual friends. How else would Grayson know th
Her father escorted her down to the basement to make sure Amberleigh made it there safely. She felt tired and wired at the same time and those steps were wicked steep. Giovanni made sure she was settled in a chair and hydrated before he kissed his daughter’s cheeks goodbye. He promised to check in on her and her men tomorrow. Tonight, his presence was needed back at The Rabbit Hole. Perhaps to help dispose of the bodies of the kidnappers or something, after he gave The Mad Hatter the ransom money as promised.Cori gave her an update on the boys since they’d last communicated. Grayson had continued to sleep like the dead, while she’d given Leo some more pain medicine as he had started to grow a bit restless again just before her arrival. He was now back to being chill again with his heart rate and blood pressure looking better than Amber’s no doubt.Amber allowed herself to sink back into the chair and begged Cori for another coffee. What Grayson didn’t know, wouldn’t kill him. Beside
As Amberleigh tried to soothe Grayson in the midst of his night terror, he opened his eyes as his body knocked into hers. But she could tell that it was like the billionaire was home but not all the lights were on. He was too trapped in the grip of the nightmare, his body too exhausted to gain lucid understanding, even as she spoke his name and held him. His fight seemed to die down a bit, but he was still thrashing around and yelling out on the cot. And Amber couldn’t pull him from his nightmare, couldn’t bring him back from that edge of darkness. But luckily Doc had a backup plan to help calm Grayson. It wasn’t easy to get that syringe pushed into the IV he still had left over from getting his fluids, but between Doc and Amber holding his arm still to the best of her ability, they managed it. Amber trusted the Doc and didn’t even have to ask him what medicine he’d just given her child’s father. But it did the trick and within five minutes, the fight ebbed out of the
Amberleigh stood corrected on that being the coldest thing the cold-blooded heiress could have said regarding the murder of her new husband. As Amber stared at the screen trying to recover herself and figure out the best way to respond, a new text from the cunt chimed through. And this one made her gasp by its brutality, I thought you all were going to cut off his head.She had to give that statement some time to sink in. The implications of it, the way Courtney wanted Grayson to die. It would imply a certain level of hate and suffering to cut off someone’s head. And Amber got the feeling these men weren’t exactly professionals and it would not have been a quick and clean cut to behead the billionaire. It seemed Courtney made this personal and wanted it to be a terrifying and painful experience for Grayson to die. Amber had to bring her alter ego Ivy to the surface to get through this. Ivy was her Cobra Club persona who could handle her shit without letting emotions ge