“Pack your bags,” Marcus said softly. “You have exactly ten minutes to get off my property before I have security throw you onto the street.”
Chloe didn’t flinch. Instead, a wicked, triumphant smile spread across her face. She reached into her designer handbag, pulled out a folded piece of medical paper, and slapped it hard against Marcus’s chest.
“Throw me out?” Chloe laughed, a sharp, manic sound. “Go ahead. Call security. Call your powerful lawyer friends. But before you do, you should know something, Marcus.” She leaned in, her voice dripping with poison. “I’m fourteen weeks pregnant. If you kick me out, I will take half of every single company you built. I will drag your name through the mud in the press, and I swear to God, you will never, ever see your child.”
Marcus stared at the ultrasound photo attached to the medical document. His heart stopped.
