Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 612

He raised an eyebrow.

"I was robbed," I said, letting my voice tremble. "I lost all the money I had saved in my account. I haven't been traveling. I've been hiding at my mother's because the robbery traumatized me, and I got so scared those people would come for me again. Until now, I'm still scared to be alone. But more than that, I desperately need money, and you're the only option I have."

He scoffed. "If you're struggling with trauma, go talk to a shrink. And if you're in dire need of money, go ask the bank for a loan. If that doesn't work, go find some random bastard who has no use for his money and open your legs for him. We both know that's what you're good for."

"Julian..."

"Or here's a better option." He cut me off. "You can go kneel for your billionaire ex-husband. He'll definitely throw some dollar bills at you. But you're getting out of my house today."

Every effort I made to bring him around was in vain. He stuffed all my clothes into my bag, not even giving me a chance to wash up or dress properly. I was wearing only my lingerie, and he grabbed my arm, dragged me out of the bedroom, through the living room, and threw me out of his house, my bag flying out after me.

I landed on the walkway, my palms scraping against the concrete, and I scrambled to my feet. I pulled out one of my long dresses, yanked it over my head, and turned to face his door. "Mark my words, Julian!" I shouted, my voice shaking with rage. "You will die a very horrible death!"

He opened the door just enough to stick his head out. "Good riddance to bad rubbish!"

Then he slammed the door shut.

I made it back to the motel with my dignity in shreds and my skin still smelling like Julian's cologne. The room reeked of bleach, and I stood in the middle of it, trembling with rage, replaying every wasted second of the night I had given that ungrateful bastard for free.

Then my phone rang.

I glanced at the screen and cursed under my breath. Mum. I had completely forgotten about the woman who gave birth to me.

I picked up on the fourth ring.

"Seraphine!" Her voice came through like a siren.

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