Game over.
Mystiqueafter bankruptcy the billionaire asked me to marry himdivorced my mafia husband married my brother-in-lawdivorced my scumbag ex, married a hot ceodumped the scumbag, now i'm married to a billionaire
Owen’s POV
I lean back in the worn leather chair, the faint scent of tobacco curling around me from the cigar I’ve just lit, watching Sean and Roman across the table with an expression that masks the full extent of my satisfaction. They don’t yet understand how much we have the upper hand, but they will, soon enough. Their excitement is palpable, the kind of thrill that comes from knowing that you’re about to take something that doesn’t belong to you but feeling entirely justified in doing so. Maddie has made this too easy. She walks around like she owns the world, showing off the twins, holding Logan Rossi’s hand.