Even now, I couldn’t deny feeling a bit excited.
After all, Rianne was stunning—an absolute knockout. She knew exactly how to seduce men.
In my life, the only woman I’d ever met who could match her beauty was Allison.
“Master, don’t be mad at me anymore, okay?” she cooed.
Dressed in her maid outfit, Rianne knelt before me, rubbing her face against my leg. “Master, are you still upset?”
I took a deep breath and decided to let my body answer for me.
Two hours later, I leaned against the headboard, smoking a cigarette.
Rianne, now as soft as a puddle, curled into my arms. “Master, are you still angry?”
I ignored her and picked up my phone, sending a message to Lincoln.
[Father-in-law, your daughter’s been fooling around again. She even bought a yacht for some guy and brought him home. I hope you’ll agree to our divorce. I don’t want a single penny—just let me leave.]
Rianne, half-asleep, peeked at me suspiciously. “Who are you texting?”
I turned my screen toward her. “I’m reporting you. Don’t think calling me ‘Master’ will make me let this slide. This marriage is over.”
She froze for a moment. Then, suddenly, she let out a shriek.