My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

a deep, ugly red. Realizing her manipulation was failing, her composure broke.

“You’re crazy!” Serena screamed, stomping her foot. “You think you can just throw me out?! I’ll go to the press! I’ll tell them you’re abusive! I’ll ruin you!”

“Four minutes,” Damian said quietly.

Serena let out a sharp scream of rage, spun around, and stormed into the mansion.continue reading …