Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Asher’s POV

Ivy had run away from home again. We were still riding the highs of our honeymoon, and I had been laying it on thick i didn’t give her any breathing space, so when I got back home to find out she had rum all to her apartment, I wasn’t surprised The apartment was her getaway, her place to hide from me. But I’d be darned it let her out of my sight for even a moment, so I drove down to her apartment as fast as I could

I knocked on the door with a big smile on my face. There was no answer, so I tried the knob, and luckily, it was unlocked

“Hello, wife,” I called out cheerfully. But the sight in front of me knocked the smile right off my face

There she was, my wife, locked in a tight embrace with her ex–boyfriend, his tongue halfway down her throat. My mouth turned sour instantly. They pulled apart, and Ivy stared at me with wide eyes, looking exactly like a deer caught in headlights.

“Asher, how did you…?” She hurried toward me. “It’s not what you think, Asher, it’s=”

Her ex stood off to the side with a smug expression, looking way too pleased with himself. He seemed proud of what he’d done.

There were too many things wrong with the sight in front of me. I had made it clear that I didn’t want her anywhere near her ex, let alone in her apartment with him–and she’d done the exact opposite. I had walked in on them in a passionate hug and a deep kiss. That cursed image was now seared into my mind, twisting the rage inside me like a knife. I had made it clear to her that she was mine, and mine alone. I had begged for her attention like a pathetic, smitten man, because that’s exactly what I was. Yet it didn’t matter. I didn’t matter.

The fury bubbling inside me made me want to break something. Ivy reached out to touch me, but I spun around and walked out. She called my name, her voice trailing after me, but I didn’t stop. Something in me shut down, and the white hot anger that had threatened to boil over suddenly evaporated, leaving me feeling numb

I got into the car and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Luca’s number. A glance at my watch told me it was just a little past seven- the night was still young

He picked up on the second ring.

“Asher, my man!” he greeted, his voice bright with excitement.

“Where are you?” I cut straight to the point. I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

“Why would I be anywhere by 7 p.m. on a Monday?” he asked, “That’s cra-

“Luca. Where?” I repeated, my voice sharp.

“Okay, fine! Fine!” I could picture him rolling his eyes. “I’m at Sin City.”

“I’ll meet you there.” I hung up just as he started to protest.

If Ivy didn’t want me, it was time to forget her completely. I zoomed off.

Luca’s POV

I spotted Asher the moment he walked into the lounge. One of the perks of owning the club was having exclusive acrew to

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the VIP section.

“The last time we spoke, you said goodbye to the nightlife,” I called out as he approached.

Asher flopped down into a chair. “Where are the girls?”

1 frowned. “What girls?”

He stood and made his way to the bar, pouring himself an unhealthy amount of whiskey. “What’s a party without girls?” He took a large gulp and tugged at his tie. “There’s no music. Where’s the music?” His eyes scanned the room impatiently. “Get this party started, come on!”

I stood, a knot of concern tightening in my chest. When he called earlier, I had a feeling something was off. But I’d shrugged it off, dismissing it as paranoia.

“You sounded urgent on the phone,” I said. “I figured you wanted to talk about something important, so I had the place

cleared out-”

“Well, you should call them back. All your best girls. And I mean all of them. Crank up the music in this place. I don’t want to hear anything but music blasting from those speakers. And get a bartender to keep my drink full.”

I closed the distance between us, now genuinely worried. “What’s going on with you, Asher?”

He glanced up at me, his eyes dull and distant. Then he noticed the empty glass in my hand and poured whiskey into it without a word.

“Luca,” he called quietly, “I don’t want to hear my thoughts.”

I had never seen him like this before. Asher had always been full of life, always the most vibrant person in the room. But the man standing in front of me was different–gloomy, distant, and sad. It didn’t feel like him at all.

“Hey, Asher, look at me…” I snapped my fingers in front of his face.

“Luca, I could just go to another club…” he murmured.

“Like hell you will!” I shot back.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He nudged my shoulder with a grin, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s been so long since we did anything fun. Come on, man! Let’s party like we’re 19 again!”

“Only, we aren’t 19 anymore. And you’re married,” I reminded him. “The last time we talked, you said you cared deeply for Ivy, and you wanted to make it work with her. So, how’s she doing?”

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