My husband humiliated me for his mistress at a corporate celebration—ten minutes later, I stepped onto the stage as the company’s new majority owner

me orders the moment you put your hands on me.”

The ballroom fell silent again.

Camilla stepped away from him. “I had nothing to do with that.”

“You’re right,” I said. “The assault was Julian’s doing. Yours involved nineteen invoices from a consulting company registered to your brother.”

Her face went blank.

Six weeks earlier, while reviewing Aurelia’s continue reading …