Priceless Revenge Bought by My Billionaire Ex

Right when our high school reunion hit its peak, Carter Hayes—our former golden boy, now a ruthless billionaire—slammed his crystal wine glass onto the floor right at my feet.

Red wine and shattered glass splattered across the hem of my white dress, looking just like fresh blood.

"Vivian Hall," he sneered, loosening his silk tie with a cruel, mocking smirk. "I heard you specialize in entertaining wealthy old men these days."

He leaned in. "How much for a night? For old time's sake, I'll book you for the whole month."

The private suite fell dead silent.