<b>Chapter </b><b>15</b>
“Walber, you think you can just snatch Marlie without worrying I’ll spill the beans about us? Don’t forget, you haven’t signed off yet. That means, <b>technically</b><b>, </b>we’re still hitched. So, what’s gonna <b>happen </b>to your precious Ms. Moss, huh?” ra’s tone was unmistakably a threat. Giving up Marlie wasn’t an option for her.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Walter’s gaze sharpened, a menacing light flickering within.
“You’re threatening me? Blow our cover and paint Tamara as the mistress? You wanna trash her rep, doom her to be a pariah in Zwingenrath?” he spat <b>out</b>.
“She’s not the mistress?” ra shot back, barely hiding her smirk.
Finding humor in the situation, she thought about Walter’s shirt stained with lipstick and his perfume–scented embrace. He was unting Tamara as his fiancée, despite not having broached divorce with ra, who hadn’t signed anything. They were seen together everywhere, sping hands. If Tamara isn’t the mistress, who is? ra mocked internally.
Walter was speechless. The atmosphere became stifling, heavy with tension.
Finally, Walter said, “Tamara has got nothing to do with this mess. She shouldn’t get hurt. Knowing about her, you ought to back off and not stir trouble.”
His staunch defense of Tamara cut deep into ra.
“What’s this “back off crap? Oh, so Tamara is off–limits to pain, but I’m fair game to be dumped? ra felt a pang of agony, her eyes shadowed with pain.
“This is my turf. Get out, or I’m calling the cops,” she dered.
“Call the cops?” Walterughed it off, clearly unphased.
ra’s expression hardened, fully aware of Walter’s clout in Zwingenrath, She knew she stood no chance in a custody fight against him. Under his dominating influence, she was forced to relent.
In a lower voice, she proposed, “How about we both back down? I won’t mess with you and Ms. Moss, and I’ll make sure nobody finds out we were ever an item. Just leave the custody battle alone. We can live our lives, with no hard feelings. <b>Agreed</b>?”
Walter suddenly hoisted ra up, pinning her against the wall with one hand gripping her chin tightly.
He barked, “No fucking way, unless you sign this addendum.” After saying this, he whipped <b>out </b><b>a </b>piece of paper from his suit’s inner pocket.
The document, damp <b>and </b>stained from the rain, was thrust in front of ra.
She scanned each word, her disbelief escting with each line. “This <b>is </b>outright tyranny,‘ she thought, appalled.
The main points of the agreement were outrageous.
First off, she had to move back to their original vi. Walter would sort out Marlie’s kindergarten, and he would pick the nanny and driver–clear surveince.
Second, she was to report to the Colon Group, shoved into investment nning. Her sry would be dumped onto a ck card – control masquerading as generosity.
Third<b>, </b><b>a </b>no–men policy at home. ‘Seriously?” She sighed inwardly.
Fourth, she was expected to be at <b>his </b>beck and call for his “needs.” “What the hell? Am I supposed to be on speed dial for sex? she wondered, disgusted.
Chapter 15
This is absurd. ra internally sneered, her patience snapping. Without hesitation, she ripped the oppressive agreement into pieces. ra’s <b>bold</b><b>. </b>– rejection, <b>a </b><b>clear </b>shub, immediately ignited Walter’s fury,
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