My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 332

Don’t act like it was a grand sacrifice

Katia’s POV

Sam walked into my office right the clock struck noon, her presence cutting through the stagnant air like a knife. Sh into the chair opposite my desk with the grace of a woman who enjoyed the chaos she was about to report. She didn’t w 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 u office today, which, knowing his obsession with appearances, is a massive red flag. Our sources checked his logs; he has touched a single file and hasn’t taken a single meeting, and honestly, I doubt he’s even managed to choke down a piece He’s completely spiraling,”

I leaned back, swirling my pen between my fingers, a cold satisfaction settling in my gut. “And where is he sulking? If he busy pretending to be a CEO, where does a man like Julian hide when his pride is shredded?”

“The Aman New York,” Sam said, tapping her tablet. “He’s holed up in the presidential suite. He checked in late last nigl only thing he’s done that resembles a functioning human being is dropping Aiden off at school this morning. Other than He’s basically a ghost in a five-star suit. The room number is 1402.”

I smirked. Of course he was at the Aman. He loved the anonymity of the ultra-luxury, the kind of place where you could pr the world didn’t exist while you drowned in your own misery. It was perfectly fitting for him. “Well, let him suffer a bit lor He needs to realize exactly how much of his comfort was tethered to me.”

Sam was about to add more when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from amusement t wary, professional tightness. She looked up at me, her eyes narrowing. “Katia, security is downstairs. They said your moth just walked in, and she is not here for a social call. She’s demanding to see you.”

I felt a surge of pure, unfiltered venom. Martha. Just when I thought the day couldn’t get more entertaining. “Send her up,” said, my voice dripping with ice. “I haven’t had a good laugh at her expense in a while.”

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 th 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 from under him, and the rumors about you throwing Delia out like a common dog… tell me it isn’t true.”

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 inse Martha, let me ask you a question. Who the fuck are you to come into my office and question who I choose to keep under my PC and who I choose to toss onto the street? You seem to have forgotten your place.”

Martha blinked, clearly stunned. She batted her lashes, trying to retreat into that classic, victus.zed mother act, her mouch opening, and closing like a fish. She took a breath, trying to regain her composure, smoothing out her skirt with trembing hands. “Katia, you don’t speak to me like that. I am your mother ”

I let out a harsh, mocking laugh that echoed off the glass walls. “My mother? You think that word still carries weight? Let me refresh your memory. You stopped being my mother the day you threw me out of your house, the day you decided I was worth less than the trash in your driveway. You don’t get to play the ‘mom’ card whenever it’s convenient for your social circle. If you don’t have anything of substance to say, leave Or do I need to call security to escort you out of my office like the unwanted guest\ you are?”

Martha’s face went through a kaleidoscope of colors, red, purple, then a sickly, pale white Her facade finally strapped She lunged forward, her voice rising into a shrill, hysterical yell that was surely audible to every soul on the floor “I carried you for pše months! I went through agony to bring you into this world! I am the reason you have breath in your lungs, you ungrateful, heartless brat!”

I stood up slowly, my heels clicking against the floor as I walked around the desk until I was tuches from her leaned into her space, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that didn’t hide the absolute disdain I felt for her existence “Oh, please

Don’t act like it was a grand sacrifice. If you had so many regrets about carrying me for nine months, you could have just abo me It would have saved us both a lifetime of this pathetic, transactional bullshit. But you didn’t, did you? You kept me becau was an asset, just like everything else in your miserable life.”

Martha reeled back as if I had physically slapped her. She looked at me, truly looking at me, and finally realized that the daughter she thought she could control had been replaced by something she couldn’t break. She opened her mouth to screat something else, but the words died in her throat She looked around the office, at the wealth, the power, and the terrifying la of empathy in my eyes, and she finally understood that she had zero leverage.

Without another word, she turned on her heel. She didn’t say goodbye, she didn’t offer a final insult. She just walked out the door with her head held high, desperate to save whatever was left of her shattered pride as she retreated into the elevator.

Sam stood by the door, watching her go with a look of pure, unadulterated shock. She looked back at me, her eyes wide. “Wel That was certainly one way to handle family drama.”

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“That wasn’t family drama,” I said, walking back to my chair and picking up mypen. “That was a cleanup operation. Now, be to business. I want Delia out of the city by tomorrow.”

Sam smirked, her shock quickly replaced by that lethal, loyal gleam. “Consider it done. I’ll make sure the message is delivere loud and clear.”

“Good,” I said, opening the next file. “And Sam? Next time someone like her shows up, don’t even wait for them to complain Just have security ready to drag them out. I don’t want the air in here contaminated by her presence ever again.”

Sam nodded, but before she left, she leaned in, her voice low. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the Aman yourself? You seem like you’re ready to finish this.”

I didn’t look up from the papers, but the corner of my mouth turned up into a smirk. “I told you, Sam. I have a plan. Let him sit that room for another twelve hours. Let the silence of that suite remind him exactly what he lost. When he finally breaks, and! will, I want him to be at his absolute iewest. I want him to be desperate. Because that is the only version of Julian Windsor that am interested in reclaiming.”

“You are truly a menace,” Sam whispered, though she was clearly impressed. “I’ll get the report to you before I leave tonight Enjoy the power trip, Katia.”

“I plan on it,” I said, finally looking up. “And Sam? Make sure the staff at the hotel keeps their mouths shut about any visitors want him thinking he’s completely alone, even if he isn’t. The isolation is part of the therapy”

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