Revenge Of The Discarded Ex-wife

The Chase

LUCAS RAVENWOODS'S POV

Lorraine's so called best friend called me

to hear about the amazing deal I had the intention of offering her. She isn't a loyal friend and I genuinely think that my ex-wife deserves better. But I would not have this deal with Miss Rooney if she were loyal to Lorraine. So it's all to my advantage.

I force a smile as my assistant guides her into my office. She wears one of Lorraine's best designs and a lot of pretty jewellery. It's clear that she dressed up to impress. Because the backless jumpsuit is too bold for the freezing cold weather outside.

She looks around my office with admiration and smiles nervously.

"Hello sir," she greets after halting in front of my desk. "Your office is extremely beautiful. I am excited for whatever opportunity you're about to give me."

I motion at her to sit and she settles on one of the cushioned guest chairs, observing all ladylike mannerisms in an enticing manner.

"I took a keen look at the best of your designs and couldn't help noticing that you're not creative enough for today's competitive markets," I say blatantly and her smile fades.

She may be Stellar Style's chief designer, but the brand was unknown before they hired Lorraine and she made designs that put them in the spotlight. But her friend's creativity is average at best. I wonder why she is still the chief designer.

"I will however pay you a thousand dollars a week for a different, much easier job," I offer and she relaxes once more.

"That's awesome. I assure you that I got the brains and the determination to take on whatever task you want me to do, sir," she assures.

"Your qualification here is that you're a close friend of Miss Rosefield, which makes you the perfect person to ruin the reckless relationship she has got going with actor Ryder Sterling," I answer and she gapes in astonishment.

"Is this because she was rude to you after you paid for her meal?" Miss Rooney stupidly asks. "I can confirm to you that my friend isn't this woman you're looking for. But I sure will ruin her relationship with Ryder Sterling if that's what you want," she quickly adds.

"I also want you let me know about any other man that goes after her. Can you do that?" I question.

"I . . . yeah, sure. But if I may ask, why don't you want her with any man?"

"Because I am the only one that genuinely craves a chance to make her truly happy. To give her half of everything I own, myself included. If I can't have her no one else will," I answer.

Miss Rooney gapes for a long moment.

"But you do have an incredibly beautiful wife, sir. And any woman would be honoured to become your mistress, myself included. Why do you only desire my friend who hates having close relationships with men?" she questions.

Does that mean that Lorraine isn't having an actual relationship with that manipulative Hollywood actor? That would be a great relief to my distressed heart. The actor's post however seemed to hint of his desire to be in a close relationship with her. A thing I cannot risk giving him the chance to achieve.

"I can give you a thousand reasons why I only want your friend, but since I am paying you to do what I want done you should be satisfied to do it without questions," I answer.

She hesitantly nods and I hand her the first a thousand dollar cheque which brings back the joyous smile to her face.

"I promise not to fail you, sir" she swears.

I gesture towards the door and she stands and leaves.

My creative director walks in later with samples of the stylish jackets they have made after a close observation at my ex-wife's design. The jackets are identical to the original jacket, just like I wanted.

"I will be the first to model the jackets, show the world just how sophisticated they are," I state. "You can send some to our fashion influencers later for more promotion." I order.

"That's a genius plan sir. Everyone will want the jacket as soon as they see you in it," my creative director approves.

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LORRAINE'S POV

I watch with a bit of pride as the best of our tailors puts the final, perfectly sewn outfit on a mannequin for better viewing. The design is so incredibly impressive, especially the coat.

"The coat will undoubtedly become the biggest trend in male fashion. Actor Ryder Sterling should feel honoured to be the first to model it. His red carpet moment should go viral if he does the right postures for the cameras," my boss, Stephen Vale, says in a voice full of excitement. Fellow designers and the tailors in the room keep nodding their heads in agreement.

"Great work, Miss Rosefield. Our competitors must be wishing that they hired you before I did," Stephen Vale commends me directly and hands me a glass of the vintage wine that he orders every week for his most prestigious guests. "Make sure not to miss tomorrow's party. You're the sole reason we have something to celebrate," he reminds with a flirtatious smile.

Yes, tomorrow we shall have a grand party to celebrate the huge profits made by my designs. I imagine that our young CEO intends to flaunt his new, admirable financial status through extravagance in the party so there will be media presence. I have never liked parties but I have no option but to attend.

My phone rings in my purse and I step aside to pick the call. It turns out to be the real estate agent in charge of the imposing mansion in Future Front that I had foolish hope that I would afford to buy it before anyone else.

That hope vanished after the agent informed me of my ex-husband's intent to buy it for his lovely wife. I wonder why the agent is still calling me when he has got a filthy rich client to serve.

"Hello dear. It turns out that you're the cherished girl that Billionaire Lucas Ravenwood is buying the villa for," I hear the agent say after picking up the call. "Why didn't you let me know that you're his mistress?"

"What?!" I exclaim in both shock and disgust. My ex-husband was buying the 205 million dollar villa for me?