The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
I saw it in the way his jaw clenched, the anger flooding his eyes.
“Get out!” he barked. “You’re nothing but bad luck!”
I gave a soft laugh, though my eyes stayed locked on him. “Yes, yes, I know. I’m a bad market—or should I say, a bad sale. Maybe your way of getting into bed with CEOs is by stealing their properties. But you chose the wrong woman this time. Let this be your lesson, Elmo. Not all women are desperate. Not all women are weak. Some may trade themselves for what they want, but me? I am not one of them. And I know many others who aren’t either.”