Marrying My Ex’s Boss Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Her husband, the one who calls himself my father, was the first to recognize her. It’s been more than a year since she went missing, and all of his efforts had come up empty. He’d exhausted every effort to find her with no results and had been ready to declare her dead if he didn’t have to wait another couple of years for the judge to sign off on that.

I’d heard the recordings over the months, heard her ramblings becoming more and more erratic, but hearing and seeing it in person was something entirely different.

The DJ, with another order from me, turned the music down a little so that everyone could hear what was being said. Dad tried to reach her while Melanie stood in shock as her mother clamped her hands over her ears and screamed and yelled about killing my mother.

You could’ve heard a pin drop in that room as she said it all. The affair, Dad’s hesitation months after Mom found out, but there was a surprise even for me. The reason for his hesitation and it made my blood boil over.

Maybe I should’ve kept listening to her ramblings in those reports I received, but they’d been so repetitive that I’d just thrown them in a desk and forgotten about them. “Yes, you wanted to leave me and go back to that insignificant thing that you picked up somewhere, and why? Because she was pregnant with your daughter. I had a daughter, too. A daughter who lost her father too young.”

“So yeah, I killed her, killed them both. But I had to make it look like she’d done it herself. An overdose. Hahaha. Only she didn’t know that I’d ground up those pills and put them in her drink. The stupid bitch, she thought I wanted to bury the hatchet, but I showed her.”

I couldn’t move, and I think I was blinded by rage. I took a step and felt Justine’s hand on my arm. That settled me a bit and brought me back to the here and now. I’d only planned part of what came next.

The cops who were there to arrest Melanie in front of her peers. But Karen took one look at the cops, grabbed her head in pain, and ran around the room searching for something.

That something turned out to be a knife, which she took from the buffet table, and before anyone could reach her, she pulled the knife across her throat. She was dead before she hit the floor. What the fuck did I just see?

The music. There’s a subliminal message in the music. Oh shit, how old is that kid again?

Dad looked around the room as if searching for me with his eyes. I knew from the look on his face that he knew, and my smirk was all the confirmation he needed. I did raise my glass to him just in case he’d missed it.

He tried coming towards me and was met by Carl, who pushed him back across the room, kicking and screaming. I didn’t bat a lash, but he could have no idea of the effort it was taking not to drag him to the top of this building and throw him off the roof.

The place was in total chaos as his friends and colleagues looked at him with scorn, which is exactly why I did it this way. I wanted all those people who had believed that my mother had gone crazy after he left her and taken her own life to know the truth directly from the horse’s mouth.

Whatever had driven Karen mad had left no room for turning back. She’d spilled it all, which should’ve been enough to put her away for a very long time, but she’d taken care of it herself.

There was nothing in that music, I’s listened to it before to see why it was so important that I play it tonight. But I know a little bit about how subliminal messages work, and I’m pretty sure I’d just seen a severe case of it in action.

Some people were starting to leave once the paramedics and firemen showed up, along with a whole battalion of cops. Since everyone had seen her take her own life, it should be pretty cut and dry, and I wasn’t in the least bit worried about them finding out where she’d been before showing up here.

Melanie was scream-crying while looking at her dead mother on the floor. Then her eyes landed on me and my wife, and she escaped the cops, who got a bit distracted by the suicide that took place right in front of their eyes as soon as they walked in.

“You bitch, what did you do?” I’ll never understand why she thought my wife had anything to do with this, but maybe she knew she couldn’t take me, so she chose who she saw as the weaker link. I moved to stand in front of Justine as Melanie grew closer, talons bared and a crazy look in her eyes not unlike her mother’s.


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