Chapter 7 - The Eviction of the Mistress
"Adrian, please!" Chloe shrieked hysterically, dropping to her knees on the marble floor. She desperately tried to pull her ripped sweater down, sobbing fake tears. "I just loved you so much! I knew you wouldn't leave her unless I gave you a son! I did it for us!"
"You did it for my bank accounts," Adrian replied coldly, completely devoid of mercy.
He pulled his cell phone from his black pants pocket and dialed his head of security.
"Marcus," Adrian ordered smoothly. "Come up to the master suite. Escort Chloe off the property. She takes absolutely nothing but the clothes on her back. Freeze the credit cards, lock down the penthouse, and call the police. I’m filing charges for grand larceny and wire fraud."
"No! You can't leave me with nothing!" Chloe screamed like a banshee, kicking and thrashing wildly.
Within thirty seconds, two massive security guards burst into the room. They grabbed the screaming, pathetic woman by the arms and dragged her violently out of the master suite. Her hysterical cries faded down the long, echoing hallways of the mansion, ending her reign of greed forever.
The closet fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.
Adrian stood perfectly still for a moment, his chest heaving as the adrenaline left his body. He slowly turned around to face his pregnant wife.
The arrogant mistress was gone. The truth was out. Adrian mistakenly believed that the slate was wiped clean.
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"Evelyn," Adrian whispered, his eyes softening as he took a hopeful step toward her.
👉 What devastating reality check is the billionaire about to receive?
