married for show
"The doting billionaire husband wasn't so doting in December. Ask him about the Saddleson Hotel before you print your next fairytale."
I hit send. A dark, satisfied smile spread across my lips. Enjoy your honeymoon, Ruby. The clock is ticking.
ALEX'S POV
The French villa was peaceful at midnight, but my mind was a battlefield.
I stood on the balcony of the west wing, a lit cigarette held between my fingers, though I hadn't taken a single puff. The memory of Ruby in that black bikini by the pool, and her brilliant, devastating takedown of Julian Vance earlier today, was swirling in my head. She was a force of nature. She was supposed to be a temporary business arrangement to save her father's