He Cheated On Me Thinking My Wealth Was His—So I Kicked Him Out of the Billionaire Game Chapter 05

He Cheated On Me Thinking My Wealth Was His—So I Kicked Him Out of the Billionaire Game Chapter 05

My nails dug into my palms.

Julian was quiet for a second.

When he spoke again, his voice was rougher.

“Cora. Don’t.”

“You shouldn’t have pushed her today.”

Cora let out a whine. Mock hurt.

“Then punish me. Like last time. Make me so weak in the knees I can’t walk for three days…”

Downstairs, I heard the faint rustle of clothing.

Julian’s voice dipped, followed by Cora’s breathy laugh.

I closed my eyes.

My fingers tightened around the GPS panic button hidden in my sleeve.

Elliott—my brother—gave it to me a long time ago.

He said, “Elise, Julian’s ambition is out of control.”

“I won’t stop you if you love him.”

“But just remember—when you’re out of options, press this.”

“Ten minutes. I’ll be there.”

Back then, I laughed at him for being dramatic.

Turns out, my brother was always the one who saw clearly.

Julian thought he had me cornered.

Too bad he didn’t know.

People who grow up in this world?

We never leave ourselves just one way out.

I used the last of my strength and pressed the button.

The red light blinked on. Downstairs, Cora was still laughing.

Julian lowered his voice to soothe her.

“Elise is pregnant. She’ll crack soon.”

“Once she comes to her senses, she’ll come crawling back to me.”

“She was raised inside the Whitmore bubble. Without me, she wouldn’t even know how to make a marriage work.”

Cora giggled. “What about her family?”

“If her brother finds out, won’t he come after you?”

Julian paused for a second.

Then he snorted.

“No matter how tough Elliott is, he can’t step between a man and his wife.”

“Elise is carrying my kid.”

“As long as that kid is in the picture, she and the Whitmores won’t lay a finger on me.”

I was slumped against the bed, cold sweat on my forehead.

When I heard that, I smiled.

Julian. You still don’t get the Whitmores.

My child will carry my name. Inherit the Whitmore legacy.

As for the father? Dead or alive… does it even matter?

Suddenly, a roar cut through the silence from far away.

Black SUVs screeched to a stop outside the lakehouse.

Men in black suits climbed out and sealed off the whole property.

The front door was kicked open from the outside.

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