Claimed by the billionaire
“I just need you to get one thing straight.”
He tilted his head, brows furrowing, that annoying smirk still plastered on.
“Let me guess—about what happened with Father and your contracted wife? He already told me his side.”
Contracted? Contracted. The word burned, and I clenched my jaw. This fucker.
“What exactly did that bastard feed you?” I asked, my tone low and dangerous.
Luca leaned forward, unfazed. “Said he went to talk to her, and she tried to touch him. Wouldn’t put it past her, considering you married a whore who hid a kid from you while playing house wife.”