"I was with you for two years! Those things should have been mine anyway!" she screeched. "The market price is 480,000. Pay me back! Not a penny less!"
She was strong in her fury. Her nails tore through the fabric of my shirt, raking across skin. A sharp sting bloomed across my chest.
I looked down at her hand. Mockery danced in my eyes.
That manicure cost 1,999—half a month of my living expenses at the time. She had demanded it, and I had transferred the money without hesitation. Over two years, I had spent at least 100,000 on her. My life had been an endless loop of work and sleep, saving every cent, only to have her act like this.
Even knowing her true nature, the reality of her greed still turned my stomach.
"Aren't you trying to latch onto a rich heir?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why not let Carter spend money on you? Or does he not think you're worth the price?"
Her breath hitched.
She raised her hand and slapped me across the face.
*Smack.*
My head snapped to the side. My cheek burned. When she raised her hand to strike again, I caught her wrist mid-air and delivered a sharp backhand across her face.
"Enough!" I roared. "Natalie, get out. Don't make me throw you out."