Page 114 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“Dominic,” he says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Always a pleasure.”

“Cut the bullshit, Weiss,” I reply coldly, remaining seated behind my desk. “What do you want?”

He chuckles, scanning my office with an appraising eye. “Heard Serenity Shores might be facing some unforeseen... headwinds.”

The veiled reference to the supplier sabotage confirms my suspicions. “Get to the point. You tried to sabotage my supplier. What do you want?”

Weiss laughs, a dry, unpleasant sound. “I did no such thing.”

“I have proof,” I counter.

He arches an eyebrow, unperturbed. “Proof? Proof is so hard to come by these days.”

“What do you want?” I repeat, my patience wearing dangerously thin.

“Let’s just say... projects like yours are fragile. Especially when the man in charge seems... distracted.” He leans forward slightly, his next words carefully measured. “I represent a supplier who could solve many of your problems. For a reasonable stake in the project, of course.”

So that’s his angle. Use sabotage to force my hand, then swoop in with a “solution” that gives him a piece of my business. Classic.

Or it could be a ruse. A bone his boss Christoper Blackwell Senior wants him to throw my way, to distract me.

“The answer is no,” I say flatly. “Now get the fuck out of my office.”

Weiss doesn’t move. Instead, his expression shifts to something more calculating. “You know, records show your new wife has kept the lease on her existing apartment.”

The sudden mention of Tatiana makes my skin crawl. “So?”

“She wants somewhere quiet where she can retreat to now and then,” I continue. “It means nothing.”

Morgan raises an eyebrow. “Or perhaps this marriage isn’t intended to last for very long? You wouldn’t be the first billionaire to marry a woman for... convenience.”

I keep my expression neutral, though alarm bells are ringing in my head. Does he know about our arrangement? Has Nico told him?

He wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t.

“I don’t see how my marriage is any of your business,” I reply coldly.

His smile widens fractionally. “Speaking of your new wife... saw you and her at the gala the other night. She’s very pretty. Hope she’s adjusting to our world. It can be dangerous for those not used to the pressures. Accidents happen. Reputations shatter.”

The veiled threat toward Tatiana makes something snap inside me.

I send a quick text to my security team outside:Whatever you hear, don’t fucking come in. Not until I say so.

I rise slowly from my chair, pressing a concealed button underneath my desk. A drawer slides open silently, revealing a sleek, dark handgun.

I lift it, the weight familiar in my hand, and train it on Weiss. “You think you can threaten me? Threaten her?”

Weiss pales slightly, his smugness faltering. “You won’t shoot me. You wouldn’t dare.”

I fire a single shot that shatters the floor tile inches from his leather shoes. He jumps, genuine fear replacing the arrogance in his eyes.

My security team remains outside, as requested.

Worth every fucking penny.

“Listen carefully,” I continue, my voice barely above a whisper but resonating with absolute authority. “You will leave my office. You will cease all actions against my company. And if you ever come near me, my business, or my fucking wife again... if you even breathe her name...”

I don’t need to finish the threat. The gun pointed at his head completes the message.

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