Chapter 353
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Katia’s POV
“You’re going to be a nightmare for him, aren’t you?” Sam asked, her eyes dancing with excitement. “A beautiful, vengeful nightmare p>
“I’m the best thing that ever happened to him, and he’s going to realize that right before I strip him of his pride,” I said, crossing my arms. “I have no room for a husband who acts like a guest. I have no room for a man who thinks he can manipulate me. If he wants a wife, he needs to earn the title. If he wants our house, he needs to prove he’s worth the square footage p>
“And if he doesn’t p>
“Then he can stay in whatever hole he crawled into,” I said with a dismissive wave. “But let’s be real. He’s addicted to me. He can’t stay away from the fire. He’ll come running back, and I’ll be sitting right here, waiting to see if he’s learned his lesson p>
“You’re terrifying, Katia,” Sam said, standing up. “But I love it p>
“On that note, find out where he is,” I said. “This pussy doesn’t eat pasta and lobsters. It wants a certain cock owned by one Mr. Julian fucking Windsor p>
Sam looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Say no more. Damn girl, pregnancy made you horny as fuck. Don’t worry, I will look for your husband p>
“If you find your forbidden fruit, you find Julian,” I said. “He probably thought I would go to WEG and remove him as the CEO. I wouldn’t be that petty. I have bigger plans for my husband p>
Sam leaned forward in her chair.
“And what might those plans be p>
“Fuck him, cum, and leave him with a boner,” I said.
Sam laughed again. “Well, at least tell me you will cum twice before leaving him with a boner p>
“Of course,” I said.
I knew exactly what I was doing. I was playing a game of chess, and he was still trying to play checkers. He was worried about his reputation, about the board, about his public persona. I was worried about the only thing that mattered: total control.
“Go on then,” I commanded with a playful, sharp grin. “Go hunt him down. I have a long day, and I want a report on my desk by lunch p>
“You’ll have it,” Sam promised, her hand on the doorknob. “I’ll find out every move he makes. He won’t even be able to order a drink without me knowing about it p>
“Make sure he knows he’s being watched,” I added. “I want him to feel the pressure. I want him to know that even when he’s out of my sight, he is still entirely under my thumb p>
“Consider it done,” Sam said, her confidence radiating through the room.
Sam stood up and headed toward the door.
“Let me find the man with a big dick called Mr. Julian Windsor p>
She walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.
Sam walked into my office right as the clock struck noon, her presence cutting through the stagnant air like a knife. She dropped into the chair opposite my desk with the grace of a woman who enjoyed the chaos she was about to report. She didn’t wait for me to prompt her; she just dove straight in, her eyes gleaming with that familiar, predatory delight.
“You were right,” Sam started, clicking her tongue. “The man is absolutely miserable. He didn’t even bother showing up to the office today, which, knowing his obsession with appearances, is a massive red flag. Our sources checked his logs; he hasn’t touched a single file and hasn’t taken a single meeting, and honestly, I doubt he’s even managed to choke down a piece of toast. He’s completely spiraling p>
I leaned back, swirling my pen between my fingers, a cold satisfaction settling in my gut. “And where is he sulking? If he’s not busy pretending to be a CEO, where does a man like Julian hide when his pride is shredded p>
“The Aman New York,” Sam said, tapping her tablet. “He’s holed up in the presidential suite. He checked in late last night. The only thing he’s done that resembles a functioning human being is dropping Aiden off at school this morning. Other than that? He’s basically a ghost in a five-star suit. The room number is 1402 p>
I smirked. Of course he was at the Aman. He loved the anonymity of the ultra-luxury, the kind of place where you could pretend the world didn’t exist while you drowned in your own misery. It was perfectly fitting for him. “Well, let him suffer a bit longer. He needs to realize exactly how much of his comfort was tethered to me p>
Sam was about to add more when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from amusement to a wary, professional tightness. She looked up at me, her eyes narrowing. “Katia, security is downstairs. They said your mother just walked in, and she is not here for a social call. She’s demanding to see you p>
I felt a surge of pure, unfiltered venom. Martha. Just when I thought the day couldn’t get more entertaining. “Send her up,” I said, my voice dripping with ice. “I haven’t had a good laugh at her expense in a while p>
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Martha marched in, looking like she had stepped off a runway but with the entitled energy of a woman who thought she still held authority over me. She didn’t wait for an invite to sit; she just stood there, clutching her purse like a weapon, her face a mask of indignation.
“Katia,” she started, her voice tight with artificial concern. “What on earth is going on? I heard you bought Julian’s mansion out from under him, and the rumors about you throwing Delia out like a common dog… tell me it isn’t true p>
I didn’t move. I didn’t even blink. I just looked at her with a bored, detached expression that I knew would drive her insane.
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